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Joan Seliger Sidney, PhD


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by Joan Seliger Sidney, PhD

I stare out the window of my pine-paneled study.

Half the hemlock waves in wind, the rest hides

behind the side of the house. What others see,

smiles or frowns, dress-up or dress-down clothes

conceal or reveal what I choose to show.

I shudder to remember how I hid the truth


of my illness from Mom and Dad, afraid truth

would hurt them. Holocaust survivors. An A+ student

through my PhD, I believed I had to be perfect, not show

I had MS, a disease their 60-ish neighbor couldn’t hide.

Despite her life bound to a wheelchair, she was clothed

in love from her husband and mother. Mom and Dad saw,


admired their devotion. But Mom’s words chain-sawed

through: “What a terrible old age for her mother!” True.

As my legs grew weaker, how could I disclose?

“I’m too busy to walk with you,” I lied, staying in my study.

“Your legs will forget how,” Mom said, not hiding

her annoyance. But how could I let my jello-legs show?


A mistake I can’t take back, too late to show

how, in my late 40s, I tried to protect them from seeing

my leg muscles tighten, refuse to make another step, by hiding

in front of my desktop computer screen to block truth

or by pulling pachysandra from the walk outside my study

on hands and knees, sweating in summer clothes.


Dad passed at 80, two years later. I tore my clothes,

sat shiva with Mom, letting our love show.

From our hearts we talked, sitting on the sofa in my study.

“We thought you didn’t love us. We didn’t see

you couldn’t walk.” I pulled Mom close. “Not true!

I didn’t want you to see and suffer, so I hid.”


“Come live with me in Delray Beach. Stop hiding.

I’ll care for you, bring this nightmare to a close.”

If only this could come true.

But I know MS is showier:

Secondary Progressive, my neurologists saw.

Not even Mom’s love could undo medical studies.


A lifetime can’t hide mistakes that don’t show.

This truth pursues me like a door that won’t close.

Alone in my pine-paneled study, this is what I see.


Joan Seliger Sidney, PhD, is writer-in-residence at the Center for Judaic Studies and Contemporary Jewish Life, University of Connecticut. She was diagnosed with MS in 1976.
Spring 2014


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