'All the Colors Came Out' by Kate Fagan is a touching heartfelt memoir about Kate and her father, Chris Fagan. He was not just a good father to her and her sibling, he was their mentor and a constant supporter of whatever they chose to do. However, Kate's dad was diagnosed with ALS (amyotrophic lateral sclerosis). The quick decline of his health startled them all.
Chris and Kate's relationship was built on their love of basketball. He acted as her coach from when Kate was still a child, and her athletic talent won her a scholarship to University of Colorado. At Colorado, Kate realized she no longer wanted to play basketball. The passion had disappeared. She continued to do so because of the terms of her scholarship only. Her relationship with her dad went slightly off-kilter as well. He was not one of those dads who push their kids relentlessly into something they wanted for themselves, but he loved basketball. He had played professionally in Europe. During the following years after she left school, she refused most of his offers on visits to play one-on-one, or to drive around looking for a pick-up game on a neighborhood playground. She never wanted to work on their relationship other than to acknowledge she knew she was drifting away from the closeness they had had.
After graduating, she worked for ESPN as a sports desk host. She threw herself into the job as deeply as she had playing basketball. It required travel, she made new friends and contacts, and she met the woman she later married. She used all of these things as a buffer between her father and herself, not knowing why even though she knew she was doing it. She figured she had time to fix what had gone wrong between her father and herself some day, whatever it was. She didn't know why she wanted distance.
I think whatever it was, at least what it seems from the memoir, it maybe was something quite ordinary imho, a child-parent development thing. Perhaps an emotional boundary is developed by trained sport-jocks to stop any distractions from the focus of their training of their bodies, including any kind of pain. They appear to hate delving into intimacy because it's a touchy-feely recognition of wide-angle personal issues outside of the narrow telescoped view they must have of their lives to be successful. I think sports jocks are trained to smother many personal emotions. Emotions that hamper their concentration on their bodies and their sport are often ruthlessly deadheaded in the sports memoirs I've read. But expected upcoming deaths of a loved one usually lets loose all the colors hidden away in those trimmed-down gardens.
Anyway.
Chris was diagnosed with ALS. He was determined to fight on! But how do you fight on with a disease for which there is no cure or any kind of mitigation? There is no winning, only losses. Life becomes only a leaking away of vitality - and feeding tubes, someone moving your body around that isn't you doing the moving. How would Chris handle it? How would the family handle it? Could the author fix up things between Chris and herself, both of them being usually proactive moving-forward-only-styling never-admitting-defeat jocks?
The book is emotionally moving but not graphic. It recognizes and protects the dignity of all of the members of the family. It's about real life - a family that must deal with an impactful life-changing disease of an impactful life-changing member of a family.