This is probably the best contemporary memoir I have ever read.
It is the story of Heather, an actor and playwright, her partner Brian, but most of all their children, Gracie and Gabe, and the life-or-death bone marrow transplant that Gracie needs to survive.
Gracie was born with a rare blood disorder, and while she could have survived several years with constant transfusions, the only lasting hope was a bone marrow transplant. When Gabe is born, his blood is a close match to hers, and he doesn't have the disorder, and so his cord blood is saved for the eventual day when Heather and Brian decide -- with much trepidation -- to go forward with the transplant at Duke University.
Along the way, the parents have their own issues to work out. Brian, a professor and writer, did not want a child. As a result, Heather spent her pregnancy near her home in northern California, aching for Brian but believing she would be a single mom.
Brian eventually comes to see Gracie, and falls in love with her. And Gracie, like every child, is so lovable. She dotes on her My Little Ponies, and lives her real and dream life through them. She falls in love with the movie Spirit, about wild horses, and when it comes on in her umpteenth viewing of it, she always exclaims, "They chase!. They chase!"
When Gabe comes along, he brings with him exuberance, a love of his yellow bee boots, which he insists on wearing to bed, and his idolization of his sister "Yacie."
Heather's description of the long weeks at Duke, the shared bonds among transplant families, the terror, love, longing, and hope during the marrow-destroying chemo, then seeing if Gracie's liver will survive the procedure, then seeing if Gabe's cells will engraft to produce new red blood cells for her, is told with great detail, sensitivity and grace.
I won't give away the ending of this story, but I can say that for me -- someone who spent much of his career writing about medical and science topics -- the deeper value of this story is the sheer beauty of Heather's prose, her wonderful analogies, her deft touch at describing emotions both ecstatic and painful.
I just finished looking through the New York Times 100 notable books of 2017, and I am simply gobsmacked that this memoir is not on the list. Whatever I can do in my small way to promote this book I will do.
Read it, please.