Marlo Thomas | 08/27/2009 11:00 pm
Marlo Thomas: The Physical Pain of Loss
This may sound odd, but, the single most physically grueling experience for me was the death of my father. No one ever told me that grief is a physical thing. I felt like I had been hit with a plank.

























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Death of a loved one is both physically and mentally gruelling. I have lost my father, mother, younger sister and a number of dear friends. The death of my mother was the most traumatic of all.
But in terms of the most physically grueling, I would have to say my battle with breast cancer five years ago and subsequent lumphectomy, chemotherapy and radiation therapy, with chemotherapy being the most challenging in terms of the will to continue on without throwing in the towel. I am cancer free today and feel very blessed and fortunate.
That’s so true, Mar. Especially the first major tragedy. I’ll never forget that July 1989 night in our Tampa apartment, when Jude told me she was dying. I got physically ill. I know that experience, and it’s hell.
This is a very comforting exchange of information for me, because I routinely experience physical pain following any heavily emotional experience, not just loss. It takes 36 hours of feeling physical dis-comfort after even a particularly moving POSITIVE experience - such as being in the audience at a magnificent theatrical or musical performance or visiting with my grandchildren. Loss, of couse, triggers the worst pain of all. I am comforted that other people, including Marlo Thomas, whom I have always loved (I am old enough to definitely be her mother!)have lived through this debilitating experience, too. I don’t feel so foolish or alone.
After losing my Dear Daddy in 2004, only to realize my Mommy had Alzheimer’s disease, I was instantly transformed into the role of caregiver for her. It was not until she died in 2007, that I was able to finally grieve for my Daddy. It was a double whammy for me. But after the intense feeling of "being somewhat an orphan" at 50 years of age, I can now celebrate their lives.
I remember volunteering for a fund raiser for St. Jude’s many (many) years ago and being so proud that I raised $56 for the charity. Thank you Marlo Thomas for all of the Wonderful memories of you and your family.