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Defying the diagnosis: a compelling how-to/thriller, February 20, 2011
This review is from: Letters from a Distant Shore (LaurelBooks) (Paperback)
Letters from a Distant Shore, Marie Lawson Fiala's debut page-turner, pulled me through its 300 pages in a day. The author's journey is worthwhile, taking us through an excruciating three-month ordeal begun as her thirteen-year-old son suffers a sudden cerebral hemorrhage due to a deep, hidden defect. In the process she projects the stories of key family players, with Jeremy's health crisis as lens.
The true story, which ultimately ranges over years with the later ones aptly truncated, was likely not penned for financial gain. Fiala and her husband of (now) twenty-six years have secure jobs in the legal and financial sectors, respectively. So the reader surmises that Fiala wants to do some thinking and thanking, and to sow some seeds of faith so others might tap the power of concentrated consecrated prayer as did her family. By her reckoning, prayer saved her son's life, and while perhaps occupational shyness confines the comments of the medical professionals, they can muster description of the lad's recovery as "miracle," "unusual" and so on.
Fiala seems straightforward about her shortcomings, doubts, and near-constant fears, hence this book is about redemption. But it also records an achievement, a global team triumph. These two aspects alone would make the book compelling, but Fiala's lush, poetic use of language makes it a bittersweet delight to drink in. And imbibe, splash, swim in -- anything one can think of doing in or on liquid is applied metaphorically and un-self-consciously on almost every page -- one of the book's charms. Indeed, Jeremy's problem is first manifested in days of excess fluid in his brain, and at tale's end we are above the waters of Maui.
The redemption aspect says: "My faith was tested, so might be yours. Try God (but don't "test" Him/Her). It doesn't matter what brand your beliefs are. God matters." Fiala of course doesn't end up walking on water, but she still has her son despite well-informed and -intended predictions of the worst.
Her doubts redeemed, Fiala emerges a stronger, humbler person. The thick vein of motherhood running through the story -- as when Falia refers to herself as "Tiger Mom" -- brings to mind the recent publication of "Battle Hymn of the Tiger Mother" [...], the supremely confident and very secular stereotyping of Chinese Mothers which has met with such controversy very recently. But to this reviewer the only things the two have in common is love of offspring, a tendency toward control, and well-evolved work ethics. The second factor is quite mild in Fiala's case when compared to the more recent book's Yale Law professor mom.
Cynics might be tempted to discount Fiala's message because of at least ten advantages her life brought to the disaster: Religious training and experience, helpful parents, steady and substantial income, two Stanford degrees, intelligence, excellent memory, a stable and durable marriage to a spiritually sophisticated partner, natural beauty, whiteness, blondness, excellent health insurance, flexible employers for her and her husband, Kristor Lawson.
But why should these points of privilege dilute her maternal pain? Who dares to quantify or compare pain, anyway? Where is it written that tales of triumph-over-adversity must spring from slumdog circumstances? A perfect example of this is the current smash film, "The King's Speech", [...] and Fiala's story belongs in the same category.
In King George's case his disability could have cost his country the war, and we might all be speaking German. Fiala's loving, receptive, restorative energy made all the difference for young Jeremy, and the very process was a boon to the spiritual lives of the hundreds involved in prayer for him.
Still, this could suggest a discomfiting existential aspect of the blow suffered by Fiala's family: life would have been simpler had Jeremy died. Grief, yes, but that tapers off over time, though never totally, for a parent. (Been there, done that.) Jeremy's continuing disabilities required superhuman efforts from his parents, therapists, nurses, et al to rehab him, yet one doubts any would say they regret rising to the occasion.
Fiala quotes, and chooses well, a fair amount of scripture, and the ordeal's massive expenditure and effort bring to mind and life Jesus' parable of the lost sheep:
"If a man has one hundred sheep, and one of them goes astray, doesn't he leave the ninety-nine, go to the mountains, and seek that which has gone astray? If he finds it, most certainly I tell you, he rejoices over it more than over the ninety-nine which have not gone astray." (Matt. 18: 10-14)
While the Fiala and Lawson seem a practical pair, the story conveys little done for personal convenience. It would be hard to imagine what more the couple could have done for their son: alternating 24-hour shifts at bedside, tending two other children, buying and selling houses, assuming hundreds of thousands of dollars in debt. At book's end, one is left with the feeling that this is how God ought to take care of his broken children.
Fiala's actions reflect her frequent communication with a loving intelligence, and I believe her. The dare for non-believers (who might want to dismiss Jeremy's improbable recovery as a coincidence, for instance) is to deny a substantial woman her spiritual bona fides. It would be good sport to see what this seasoned corporate litigator would do if fed such antagonists in debate.
Preemptively, perhaps, she devotes an entire chapter to review of the scientific literature on prayer's measurable, replicable effects on healing and recovery. Perhaps pulling her punches, she never cites a century's worth of affidavited healings through prayer collected by the American-based Christian Science [...] church, nor other denominations' forays into healing. But she was not at all choosey nor parochial (she is Catholic) about whose prayers she'd accept for Jeremy as the buoying group united by her emails expanded across the globe.
And here, is a grand lesson from the book. Remember the 2007 Google-maps-based search for lost pilot [...] Steve Fossett in the American West? Strangers around the world took tiny parts of satellite map-photos and searched for shiny aluminum. Similarly, Planet Hunters [...] has amateur astronomers around the globe searching parts of the stellar sky for evidence of extrasolar planets collaboratively since humans have better pattern-recognition ability than most computers. The world will be seeing more of this sort of constructive neighborliness, with technology easing the path.
Fiala's quest is a casebook for focused prayer -- almost like an array of radio telescopes concentrating a signal. It's not the only way to pray for healing, but it saved this boy's life and might do the same for you or someone you hold dear.
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