“Sixty-five Roses”. Back in 1965, the story goes, a four-year-old boy heard the name of his congenital disease, cystic fibrosis. What he thought he heard was, “65 roses.” Since that time, 65 roses, or LXV, has come to symbolize this devastating genetic illness that affects 30,000 individuals in the US, according to the Cystic Fibrosis Foundation.
Until I read Mallory Smith’s memoir,
Salt in My Soul
, I knew very little about this condition. When I read a review of the book in our local newspaper, I was impressed and determined to read it. What an incredible journey! Like many patients with chronic illnesses, Mallory became very fluent in medical terminology and understanding of the workings of her body. She knew when she needed to go to the ER. She understood her need for certain medications, for rest, for proper diet, and for exercise. And for salt.
Cystic fibrosis involves salt loss. Mallory explains that too much water or too much salt loss can cause water intoxication unless one has enough salt in her food. From the time she was a little girl, she noticed that swimming in the ocean had therapeutic effects. Being a California girl, she had many opportunities to swim. Her family also took many trips to Hawaii, where she loved to surf. She wrote that she felt there was “salt in her soul.”
From the time she was very young, Mallory had to endure daily treatment. At age nine, she threw a tantrum and refused to comply. Her dad had explain to her in no uncertain terms that without her treatments she wouldn’t just get sick; she would die. From that day forward, Mallory did her treatments.
Mallory Smith’s memoir was edited by her mother and others from more than 2,500 pages of her journal, which she started keeping at the age of 15 until just before she died at the age of 25. There is plenty of medical information, to be sure. She spent a lot of time in and out of emergency rooms and ICUs, as she had acute episodes of hemoptysis (coughing up blood) and chronic infections. There was always the fear she would lose too much blood. Fear that the infection would morph into a superbug, resistant to all antibiotics. Fear that when she became sick enough, she would not qualify for double lung transplant or that it would be too late.
But Mallory’s life was so much more than a chronicle of a sick person. She was a tremendously bright young woman. She attended Stanford University and graduated, despite missing many hours of class due to hospitalizations. She was free-lance writer, a staunch advocate for the environment and for social justice issues, and a champion for CF research. She played volleyball and water polo. She swam and surfed. She loved to read.
Most of all, Mallory loved her brother Micah, her parents, grandparents, and her boyfriend. She was so, so grateful for their love and support. If ever there is a statement for insurance coverage for patients with pre-existing conditions, this book is it, because, my gosh, the costs for this illness for this one individual must be astounding! Not to mention the care out of the hospital when the young adult is unable to work or attend school. But Mallory’s family and friends were there for her, always. At times, she felt unworthy. At times, she felt like a big baby. At times she felt strong and independent. Doing yoga grounded her. She loved spending time with friends. She loved being at the ocean. She found comfort being with the family’s dog. Many times, she knew her own limits. At other times, she pushed the limits because living life was necessary despite the consequences.
Mallory had an incredible team of doctors and medical staff supporting her as well. She felt blessed. She felt loved. I knew from the onset how this book would end. There are many emotional highs and lows in this book. The final scenes are difficult, others about saying their goodbyes. I didn’t expect to learn as much as I did. What I didn’t learn from the journal, I looked up as I read, because there are details that aren’t explained. What a complex, awful disease! But if anyone could handle it, Mallory and her family certainly gave it the old college try. Her life, her fight against CF gives hope to other patients with CF. What better gift could anyone give?
Thanks to NetGalley and Spiegel & Grau for providing me with a review copy in exchange for my honest review.
5 stars