I was just putting my son Elliot to bed, holding him with his head on my shoulder and smelling his skin for a while. Definitely one of my favorite things in this world. Doing this reminded me of the day that everything changed in our house. It was around May, I think, in 2006 and I was about 5 months pregnant with Henry. I came home from a trip somewhere and all hell broke loose. I don’t remember exactly what the fight was about, probably something insignificant. But it became huge, the second fight in over three years between Ben and I, that eventually led to him moving out. In retrospect, it was exactly how things needed to go, but it was unfortunate how it happened all the same. It has given me tremendous sadness at times, even though I know that it couldn’t have gone any other way.
Ben and I got along really well, especially considering the circumstances: we were brother and sister, we lived together, we worked together, and he had a debilitating disease where I was his main caregiver. When I first told Ben he could move in with me, it was supposed to be temporary, he and John would find their own place in a month or two. None of us had any clue how unrealistic that was and as time went on, we understood it was permanent. In the three and a half years that we lived together, I never felt like I was sacrificing much. Of course there were times I got frustrated or angry, but I usually directed that at the rest of my family or the world in general, and we lived in relative peace. I met my husband and got married during this time, we were one big happy poster family for denial and chaos. As strange as it may have seemed to the outside world, we had a blast and the hard times were always manageable. There were a lot of people around to help and we made it work.
It wasn’t until I became pregnant with Henry that the reality hit me. It was the day after this huge fight between Ben and I, and I left the house. I just couldn’t be around him, he said some terrible things, I said some terrible things….luckily I have a poor memory for certain aspects of my life and this is one I am fine with forgetting. I knew that Tim would be there to look after him, he did that all the time, so I left and went to a friend’s house. Brittany was at work and Michael was studying for an exam, so I told him to go out and study and I would watch Ava, their 1 year-old. I didn’t know what else to do – life had come to a complete halt and I was pissed.
It was while I held Ava before her nap that the true picture of what was happening surfaced. I have to say that Ben was always supportive of me living my life, and that included getting married and then pregnant. We were all very clear that there wasn’t to be any guilt, and we all had lives to live, regardless of what Ben’s fate looked like. But while Ava slept on my chest, and I listened to her breathe, I realized how the one person who would sacrifice the most would be the baby growing in my belly. I thought about the various directions I was pulled, and how little time I had to sit and to breathe, and to listen. I wasn’t sure how I could be a decent mother in that situation. In hindsight, we were all idiots for even thinking it was realistic or fair, but I give us credit for suggesting the notion.
After that moment, holding Ava, I knew that it had to change. I knew that I had to leave Chicago and make a life with my family in a new place, for a variety of reasons emotional, spiritual and financial. It was horrible in so many ways – the hired caregivers that couldn’t even take care of themselves, let alone a severely disabled man and a 6 year-old; the immense financial burden on my parents who paid for all of Ben’s needs; and the feeling of helplessness, I could never make ALS go away, but I felt like I was at least helpful. Even with all the bad feelings, I knew that it was the right decision. Ben would have known that I was voluntarily holding my life back if I didn’t move away, and he would have also known it was because of him.
Ben moved out a few months after our fight, and eventually he found a wonderful person named Elizabeth that took care of him and John and she feels like a sister to me now. Drew and I moved to North Carolina when Henry was six weeks old, and now we have Elliot too. Our life is easier and happier here, giving us the opportunities we didn’t have in Chicago and a place to evolve for a while. All in all, it worked out ok but not without a great deal of difficulty and frustration.
I think about Paul Cox, in the movie, saying that “ALS destroys entire families” and I am glad we didn’t let that happen to us. There were moments that I definitely thought it possible, but I know that we are all stronger and better people for it. I know that if Ben were here now, he would be sitting there, with that ridiculous grin he had, and nodding his head like he knew it all along. Like he knew that we would all come out of this ok. I guess he would be right.