The Indians are about to begin the American League Championship Series, and I've been listening to a lot of Coldplay for something I'm writing. Whenever I hear the band, I instantly think of "Fix You" and this post I wrote for Popdose 5 years ago.
Here are two phrases I never thought I’d say in this year: “The Indians
swept the Red Sox” and “Cleveland is in first place.” Hope springs
eternal each spring when Major League Baseball begins its season. We
fans are optimistic even when our team is mid-market and does not have
the gargantuan payroll of ESPN favorites like the Yankees and Phillies. A
scrappy group of aging vets and wet behind the ears youngsters can show
the world that you don’t have to be the richest team to succeed; you
can develop talent in the farm leagues and make savvy trades. Yeah,
that’s what we fans of smaller market teams tell ourselves each year
before the first pitch is thrown.
Springtime is a season full of hope in our household, not just for
sporting reasons. The spring also marks the time of year when the Cystic
Fibrosis Foundation holds their annual Great Strides walk in our
hometown of Santa Clarita, CA. For those of you who have read the
Basement Songs over the years, you know why Great Strides is significant
to the Malchus family (and the Popdose staff). My son, Jacob, has
cystic fibrosis (CF).
CF is a life threatening illness that creates a thick, sticky mucus in
the body. This mucus clogs the lungs, creating the potential for
infections. It also blocks the pancreas, preventing it from releasing
the enzymes he needs to absorb nutrients. There is no cure. Each day,
Jacob undergoes three breathing treatments with a nebulizer and dons a
chest vibrating device called “The Vest.” He also takes oral enzymes
with each meal to ensure that he stays strong and healthy. It’s a hell
of a lot for anyone to live with, let alone a spirited nine-year-old boy
who just wants to be “normal.” Jacob handles most of his daily routines
in stride, although his anger and frustration has risen steadily over
the past year.
Each year our family organizes a team of walkers for our local Great
Strides. We call ourselves “Team Jacob.” Among the efforts we’ve done in
the past is edit short videos to introduce people to Jacob and this
dreaded disease. It’s an effective tool, sometimes too effective.
Jacob’s big sister, Sophie, can no longer listen to George Harrison’s
“Here Comes the Sun” and Bruce Springsteen’s “Workin’ on a Dream,” songs
we used in previous videos. Hearing those classic tracks remind her of
the images we pieced together and hurt her heart too much. I know how
she feels. A couple of years ago a family we know used Coldplay’s “Fix
You,” as a part of their campaign and from now on that song will always
be associated with CF and that family. Listening to this live version of
the song is even more powerful, with the audience singing along with
Chris Martin, as I imagine the combined efforts of all CF families and
their friends singing as one.
It’s become our tradition to hold a gathering at our home after each
Great Strides walk. This is the least we can do to thank our friends and
family for joining us in the morning walk and helping support our
cause. Over the years our team has grown. In addition to my brother and
his family, Julie's brother, Seann, the Cruz family and our neighbors,
the Wills, school friends like the Conards, the Boss family and the
Stinsons have been there for us. There is also my high school buddy,
Jay, and of course, my parents, who drive out from Tucson each year.
2011 was also special because Julie’s mom and dad were visiting from
Ohio and were able to experience it with us. I dream of someday having
all of the good people who have helped us over the years to come out and
join us. As inviting as our small ranch style house is, I don’t think
they’d all fit.
Our little party was festive, with music playing in the kitchen, kids
running around and tackling each other between belly laughs, pizza and
beverages for everyone, and a game of corn hole for all who wanted to
play. Meanwhile, with free MLB games on television all weekend, a small
group of men sat in the living room and watched the Indians take on the
Seattle Mariners. As I’m accustomed to doing during these get togethers I
wandered between the small groups and took in bits and pieces of
conversations. I sometimes can’t believe how blessed we are to have so
many people who care about the welfare of our family. I must admit,
though, that I kept getting drawn into the living room, where my
brother, my dad and my father-in-law were all enjoying the baseball
game.
The Indians are in first place.
What a great feeling for a Cleveland fan. Still, I’d make a major league
trade of all the joy I receive from watching my favorite baseball team
win some games if I could fix my son’s illness. As much as I like
hearing that the Indians are in first, I’d love to hear a different
phrase, one that goes like this:
CF stands for cure found.
If you would like to help the Cystic Fibrosis Foundation, you can visit this link to make a donation.
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