March 2, 2013
The joy of being back in Italy is dampened by the reality
that I am here alone this time. In January, we discovered during a routine
mammogram that Lucy had a small lump of cancer. After hearing the ominous
phrase “you have cancer” and undergoing an ultrasound, two biopsies and an MRI,
Lucy heard the best news one can hope to hear at that stage: the cancer was at
stage zero, all located in one tiny spot, and it was non-invasive. And I use
the past tense, because Feb. 13, the cancer was surgically removed, and God
willing, it is gone for good.
We agonized over what to do about our planned three-month
hiatus in San Salvatore, scheduled to being Feb. 3. No way did I want to risk
delaying the surgery, so we scheduled the operation for as soon as possible.
But what to do after that? Our surgeon said standard procedure after a
lumpectomy was a month of healing and then six weeks of radiation, five days a
week. That would mean that maybe Lucy could come to Italy just past the middle
of April. But the surgeon also said that radiation patients were usually pretty
tired for a couple of weeks after treatment, so would there really be much
point in her coming? We have to start gearing up for our summer business in
May, so a lengthy extension of the trip was not an option.
We could have canceled altogether and just rescheduled for
next year, but I have hopes of putting together a manuscript about our Italy
experiences by the end of this year and then searching for a book publisher. I
still have research to do that can only be done in Italy, and to wait another
year would be a major disappointment. Also, it is extremely difficult for me to
write at home. We have a huge yard and a 40-year-old home, and I have a long
list of projects to do both inside and outside the house—nothing urgent,
really, but I get a great deal of pleasure out of working with my hands and
crossing projects off my list. I can’t sit down and write at home for more than
an hour without wanting to jump up and refinish a door, prepare a strawberry
bed, plant some flowers, build a chicken coop, fix a leaky drain or split some
more firewood. The only way I can only focus on writing and research is to get
away from my beautiful home.
Lucy strongly urged me to go without her. “You have this urge
to write,” she said, “and you can really concentrate if you are there alone.
The doctors say I can easily drive myself for the radiation treatments, and the
hospital is only 10 minutes away.” I had to fight strong feelings of guilt to
even consider going, but Lucy felt convinced this was the way it was meant to
be, even saying she’d be disappointed knowing that she was preventing me from
finishing what I had started. We decided I would stay home for the surgery and
the first weeks of her recovery, and then I would go for eight weeks instead of
three months. We would use some frequent flier miles to bring daughter Lindsey
over for a 10-day visit at the end of March. Hopefully during the seven weeks I
will be alone, I can pack in enough research and writing to bring some closure
to this project, which would also mean that next year, when Lucy and I go
together to Italy, our agenda will be nearly wide open.
I stayed up until near 2 a.m. tying up loose ends with our
home and finances, and I wrote instructions for Lucy regarding how to document
and pay the medical expenses. She will take over my morning routine of feeding
the chickens, horses and dog (she’s already been in charge of cat care). We
have wonderful neighbors and family who will check in on her and can help if
something important around the house breaks or she needs a ride to have the car
repaired.
Now I am on the plane, seemingly with every detail covered.
Yes, I already miss Lucy, but I have set her up with a separate Skype account
so we can check in every day. I am planning my activities for the first day and
week—take the train to San Salvatore, set up the apartment, let friends know I
am back and then establish a work schedule. I will need to go regularly to the
parish archives in Pescia and to municipal buildings in various local cities. I
have already traced the Spadoni and Seghieri family lines back to the 14th
and 15th centuries, respectively, but this year I want to branch
out. I hope to trace the origins of some other Spadoni families from the
Valdinievole region who went to different American cities: Chicago, Alameda,
San Francisco and even nearby Tacoma. I hope to dig deeply enough to find out
how our Gig Harbor branch is related to these other families. I also want to
find out how the various Seghieri families who live in San Salvatore are
related. There are at least three families living side by side with the same surname
and they haven’t dug deeply enough into the past to know where and how they are
connected.
And then there are experiences I don’t even know about that
will be interesting enough to write about. I can’t stay cooped in my room all
day; I will get out and explore and see what happens. Almost every day out of
the house in Italy is an eye-opener.
Being at home means a thousand projects! I'm sure your time to focus on writing will be productive.
ReplyDeletePraying for you.
Calvin