Honey Lazar: The Year My Sisters Died
My middle sister, Jane, was diagnosed with rheumatoid arthritis when I was 24, and she was 30. Jane and I were very close. She lived in CT; I live in OH, but I visited often and called daily. I idolized her. Before disease took her hair, teeth, and mobility, people mistook her for Kim Novak or Marilyn Monroe. She had pins put into her toes, so she could wear shoes, but eventually, her toes curled, she stopped walking, and shoes were simply decoration on a girl who never lost hope. She ran her life from her bed surrounded by windows. She was an artist who never stopped creating.
I have another sister, Phyllis. …had another sister, Phyllis. She was 11 years older than I, and I idolized her as well. She was super smart. She graduated from Pratt where she was snow queen and designed dresses for 25 years. She taught me everything I know about style and composition.
Phyllis moved to New York 5 years ago to live closer to her daughters and granddaughters. She sold her house, packed her car, and faced an unknown housing situation with gusto. I took a lot of pictures of her house being packed and the moving van taking her away. I’d be fine without her, filling my sad places with her happiness and looking at photo memories.
On Phyllis’s 71st birthday she was diagnosed with pancreatic cancer, 2 years after moving to New York. While Phyllis was being treated, Jane was hospitalized 5 times with pneumonia, and we barely noticed. Pneumonia didn’t seem serious in the face of pancreatic cancer… except to Jane, who felt exhausted, terrified, and alone.
Phyllis died in October, and in July, Jane was hospitalized with pneumonia…for the last time. I was with both of my sisters when they died. It turns out I am not so good at termination.
Illness forced my beautiful and active sisters into a horizontal life. They were television watchers and HSN shoppers. I find comfort and a connection to them in this position, television on with my window worldview. A horizontal life is a universal experience. Illness, depression, and disability create lateral living, and I suspect each of us has either known someone in this position or perhaps has been supine as well.
I am in mourning with my camera right here next to me on the bed.
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