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Damaged: After the Coma, After the Headlines, the Story of a Family

By Janet Smuga

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This riveting true story of a family confronted with unexpected tragedy offers life lessons for all of us.

Synopsis

My sister lost everything--her memory, her mobility, her marriage, her child, her home.
My mother sacrificed everything to heal her. It couldn't be done.
I wanted redemption I never received.
This is not an inspiring story of overcoming handicaps; it is a story of survivors’ guilt coupled with resentment tempered by love. Although it is about my family, the story touches on widespread concerns: the role of caregivers, the changing dynamics of a family after a catastrophic injury, and, in my case, the long term effects of a childhood trauma.
This book is for every woman who has ever been blamed for something a man did to her, for every girl who grew up feeling ashamed. It is for every mother who gave herself so completely to one child’s needs, she lost sight of everyone else, including herself. It is for every daughter who wanted to rescue her mother, and failed. It is for all the forgotten family members.

“There but for the grace of God, go I” is a common expression when we learn about someone else’s misfortune. In those instances, we realize how vulnerable to the whims of fate we all are, no matter how invincible, how prosperous, or how full of life and promise we appear to be at any given moment. In Damaged, Janet Smuga tells, with great honesty and eloquence, the story of what happens when her family faces one such adverse turn of events.

 

In late 1988, Janet’s younger sister, Nancy, was driving home from a business meeting when she lost control of her car and had an accident that left her in a coma. At only thirty-two, Nancy had already achieved remarkable things: she was a talented designer educated in the best schools and owned a thriving business; she had a beautiful house; she was married to a handsome, successful man and had a three-year-old daughter with him. Everything seemed to go well for Nancy until the accident that shattered her life and that brought her family together—her sister, her brother, her father and, above all, her mother—to assume the arduous task of taking care of a person with irreversible brain damage. 

 

At the time of her ordeal, Nancy was pregnant and her condition was at the center of a well-publicized right-to-an-abortion dispute. However, this is not a book about the legal battle her family had to fight in her name, or about the abortion controversy in the USA.

 

At its core, this is a book about family. It is also about different approaches to dealing with trauma, the unforeseen, and the challenges and disappointments life throws at us.  

 

As part of her memoir, Janet Smuga tells us the story of her parents. She describes how they met in the years after WWII—he, a veteran of the war, and she, a big city girl— and how they started a family and raised their three children at a time when parenting was very different from how people conceive and practice it today. 

 

The author also recounts a traumatic event she experienced as a child and how she suffered in its aftermath, not so much as a result of the incident but of her parents’ reaction to it. Janet’s difficult experiences—overcoming her PTSD, moving so often during her early years, and the fact that she seemed to be her mother’s least favorite child—ultimately strengthened her and gave her a wisdom that would be crucial in addressing Nancy’s care, and in raising a happy, healthy family of her own. 

 

Although Damaged can be of particular interest to those who are caring for survivors of brain trauma, I believe that it also offers valuable insights for all of us, as we go through life. Like its author says, there are no happy endings here. However, through Janet’s account, we can learn some lessons about letting go, about acceptance and endurance, and about caring for someone else who completely depends on us, without neglecting our own needs and wants, and those of our other loved ones.

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Content strategist. Founding member of Bogotá Writers, where I have contributed short stories to two anthologies, with a third forthcoming soon. I write in English and Spanish, and have been published by After Dinner Conversation, Short Édition and Letralia. I read for Reedsy and Short Édition.

Synopsis

My sister lost everything--her memory, her mobility, her marriage, her child, her home.
My mother sacrificed everything to heal her. It couldn't be done.
I wanted redemption I never received.
This is not an inspiring story of overcoming handicaps; it is a story of survivors’ guilt coupled with resentment tempered by love. Although it is about my family, the story touches on widespread concerns: the role of caregivers, the changing dynamics of a family after a catastrophic injury, and, in my case, the long term effects of a childhood trauma.
This book is for every woman who has ever been blamed for something a man did to her, for every girl who grew up feeling ashamed. It is for every mother who gave herself so completely to one child’s needs, she lost sight of everyone else, including herself. It is for every daughter who wanted to rescue her mother, and failed. It is for all the forgotten family members.

The Photograph


There is a photograph that haunts me. It is a newspaper picture of my parents in court. Next to them is Marty. Back then, he was my sister’s husband.

I am not in this picture. I spent time in the hospital with my sister, and in her home to look after her small child, but I did not go to court. I had my own home, husband, and children to look after—and a job. And it took me two hours each way to drive from my home to be with her.

My sister is not in this picture. Unable to speak, unable to move, unaware of the battle being waged for her life and her health, she could not fight for herself. Her family had to fight for her.

Her antagonists are not in this picture. Those self-righteous defenders of the unborn, who claimed to be my sister’s friends, who said they were there to “help” her, who had never met her and would never bear the burden of her child’s care, who meddled in our family’s tragedy and neither cared nor understood what damage they did. What is in the picture, clearly visible on the faces of my parents, engraved like masks of tragedy, is the pain those men chose not to see.

I would have hurt those strangers in return. But I wasn’t in court, and I never met them.

They wanted to save Nancy’s unborn baby. My parents were there to save my sister, their baby. Nancy’s condition was grave, her prognosis uncertain. All Mom and Dad wanted was the best possible treatment for her. All they wanted was hope. All they wanted was to have their daughter back again.

Every hour that Mom and Dad spent in court was an hour they couldn’t be at her side, talking to her, massaging her immobile arms and legs, monitoring her condition for signs of life. Once, Mom thought a finger moved.

I have never hated anyone the way I hated those two right-to-life advocates. They claimed they wanted to help, but they approached us as adversaries. Every time I saw one of them on TV or in a newspaper, I felt rage. In my aerobics class, when we swung punches, I imagined I was hitting them. Twice a week I entered my gym rigid with tension and left completely relaxed.

Years later, in a workshop, I had to think of someone I hated; for a moment, I drew a blank, and then I remembered Broderick and Short, and the emotion gripped me.

If I were truly enlightened, I would forgive them.


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Arlene PlacerTrue, sad and well written
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Kalpana JhaveriWell done job. Hope All who reads will understand the pain in your heart. Writing heals the soul. Take care.
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About the author

I have been a catalog copy writer for Montgomery Ward, a stay-at-home mom, a System Tester at AT&T, a process designer at Lucent, an ISO auditor at Avaya, and an English teacher at high school and community college. I live with my husband in New Jersey, near our daughters and our grandchildren. view profile

Published on June 01, 2022

60000 words

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