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How Will We Know When She Is Dead? is a memoir of two sisters:  my sister Judy Gold, who began writing when she was diagnosed with breast cancer that against all odds went into remission for ten years, and my own writing later when her cancer returned. It's the story of our lives, our profound bond, and our survival.  We grew up in the emotional hurricanes of the same crazy family, triumphed in adulthood, and finally reckoned with death.

 

Sisters ordinarily have a special bond, but ours was strengthened by the traumas and losses we experienced as kids, as the two children of a famous author and his beautiful but deeply disturbed wife. Only we could understand how that was for us. Only we could deconstruct it, a process that was healing, fascinating, and immensely difficult.

 

When my sister, Judy, was first diagnosed with breast cancer in 2002 she began a maniacal writing marathon. She wrote late into the night, every night, fighting the side effects of the chemo, trying to make sense of her life, her history, and her cancer.

 

She was terrified that she was running out of time and she had so much to say. She wanted a retrospective look at our shared childhood, our estranged parents, the toxicity of the home(s) in which we were raised, and who we became as we became college students, lovers, wives, and mothers. She wanted to understand how she and I sheltered each other from the wild storms of our family.

 

As she wrote, terrified and maniacal in her illness, I wrote nothing.

 

Ten years later, in 2014, the cancer roared back, like a train that lost its brakes. And this time I was the one terrified that we would run out of time to figure it all out together. I had the overwhelming compulsion to write our story, my story.  No one else knew the truth of our childhood experience, and I wanted to share it with her, to validate her truths, and speak my own. I wanted her to acknowledge how different our experiences were, and how much they were also the same.

 

It was a discovery, a revelation to read each other's stories. Even though we grew up together and were close in age, and we each thought we knew each other's heart, that our hearts beat in unison, even so, we were amazed that our memories and experiences were often so different. We decided to weave our stories together.

  

This book is a composite of our stories, my sister's written in 2002-3 and mine in 2014-2020. She writes in her style and I sought my own voice. She wrote a lot more words. I wrote with a different tone. When she died in 2016, our work was not yet finished. How Will We Know When She Is Dead? is the interwoven story of two sisters who helped each other survive.

 

My goal in putting our books together isn't to find the "truth," or to homogenize the narrative. We each believed our memories were completely accurate but accepted that the other remembered it differently.

 

Sometimes she writes about something that I am certain happened to me as if it were her memory. She acknowledged that since I was eighteen months older, I probably remembered more accurately. I acknowledged that her memories were steaming with raw emotions, while mine are less charged. We would laugh about this and decided we didn't have to agree.

 

Memory is funny that way. You can trust it to some degree but also accept that it's reshaped over time. There is no absolute reality. The reality is the totality of what she and I believed together. What never changed or varied is the solid constancy of the love that bound us.

 

Every time we tell a story it might change just a bit, and then we remember it that way. But memories are also shaped by temperament and by our personalities. Judy had a tougher time from the day she was born, and was more cynical, pessimistic, and skeptical than I was. She had a hot temper and never backed down from a fight. I probably benefited from the fact that my parents still loved each other, and both loved me when I was born. Even with all that followed, those first few months shaped me differently. I was more gullible and trusting, eager to please, introverted, anxious, and less courageous. This comes through in the ways that we remember and how we tell our stories.

 

Raised together in the same family we had completely different experiences, and every bit of it is true. It's all our consensual reality.

 

 

I am a published author and a clinical psychologist specializing in divorce-related issues. My book, The Parent's Guide to Birdnesting, was published by Simon & Schuster in September 2020. I write regularly for Psychology Today and am active on social media.