Memories of the Past, and a Miracle in the Present

Holding on to the spirit of Christmas, even in the most difficult circumstances

by Helen Baldwin | December 23, 2022

The Christmas spirit eluded me in 1997.

Our baby Jeffrey, diagnosed with SMA that summer, had snagged his wings that November. Needing to find something positive, I focused on why I should be thankful. Jeffrey was in heaven, free from the ravages of SMA. I knew that, and my gratitude was genuine, but oh, boy, my heart ached.

Though mostly numb, our family survived Thanksgiving. And then, almost before I exhaled, here came Christmas. On emotional autopilot, I lugged out our little tree for the benefit of Jeffrey’s siblings, Matthew and Katie, who were in elementary school. Graciously, the generosity of family and Secret Santas (i.e., others) yielded squeals of delight on Christmas morning.

I intended to take pictures, but my camera broke on the first click. That seemed fitting.

Among the memories from that holiday season in 1997, two remain indelible: the kindness of others, many of whom remained anonymous, and meeting fellow SMA mom Cindy Schaefer in person.

Cindy and I had established an instant connection through the Families of SMA (now CureSMA) message board shortly after Jeffrey was diagnosed. The new North Carolina chapter, initiated by Cindy and her husband, hosted a Christmas party. My husband, Randy, dreaded going, fearing it would merely compound the sadness, but I knew better. The in-person hugs and tears of laughter supercharged the healing process, and it set the stage for more than 25 years (and counting!) of an extraordinary friendship.

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Music for the soul

My mother, an accomplished musician, owned two stunning grand pianos and was privy to an expert piano tuner in Fort Worth, Texas. When my folks moved to South Carolina (muggy!) and eventually to the North Carolina mountains (no air conditioning!), maintaining the ideal humidity for the pianos was virtually impossible, and so was locating a tuner. Mom replaced the pianos with professional keyboards requiring minimal upkeep.

Upon learning that Jeffrey probably wouldn’t be here long, Mom recorded a collection of original songs, “Dreams for Jeffrey.” While our dreams for a miracle to halt SMA’s destruction didn’t pan out, our sweet baby always drifted easily to dreamland with Nana’s music.

Small world, big connections

Years later, Matthew transferred to the high school down the mountain where Randy coached football. Ryan Marlow was a year ahead of Matthew at the same school.

Ryan was best man at the wedding of one of Matthew’s good friends, Matt, who later officiated at Matthew’s wedding to Jill.

Jill’s sister Emily was friends in high school with Megan, who would become Ryan’s wife.

Ryan is a pastor and a piano tuner. He likely would have been the tuner for my mother’s grand pianos if she’d still had them when he started his business.

The picture shows a young man at the side of a piano with church pews behind him and white walls. He wears a white shirt with an insignia and blue jeans. He has brown hair and a beard and mustache.

Ryan Marlow, the piano tuner my mother probably would have summoned had the timing been different. (Courtesy of Megan Marlow)

When I learned about Ryan’s dire health situation, sending some of Mom’s music, including “Dreams for Jeffrey,” seemed like a perfect first move.

Something’s wrong

Megan’s live updates covering the topsy-turvy past four months would cram a book or two. Buckle up for the ultracondensed version.

Aug. 14: Megan posted on social media about their recent anniversary getaway.

Aug. 15: Megan reported that Ryan was experiencing symptoms of vertigo. A few days later, he couldn’t see. The following day, he could no longer speak or use his left side. His cough ability, gag reflex, oxygen level, and heart rate diminished alarmingly, and he was intubated.

Aug. 26: Blood cultures showed Listeria, a germ that causes a serious but treatable infection.

Aug. 27: Ryan experienced a brain hemorrhage and was pronounced clinically deceased just before noon. Megan, her faith never wavering that her beloved husband was in God’s hands, mourned while organ recipients were located.

Aug. 30: The organ donor team waited outside Ryan’s room, prepared to escort his body to the operating room after everyone’s goodbyes. In true, last-minute miracle fashion, Ryan’s foot moved when he heard his children singing on a video.

The surgical team disbanded.

The photo shows a calendar entry of a spiral collection that's the size of an index card and has a red boundary line and the words "November 4" at the top. It reads, in black type with a key image beneath it, "Whatever God was up to, they had the feeling they were no longer participants in any ordinary moment. They were on holy ground. From THE CHANCE."

Someone sent this to Megan Marlow, who said it was fitting. (It was!) The date on the calendar page? The date Jeffrey snagged his wings. (Courtesy of Megan Marlow)

Miracle in the making

Long, amazing, improbable story short: Ryan was transferred to a long-term acute care hospital in Knoxville, Tennessee, near the end of September. His improvement there (including waving and responding with nods and squeezes!) earned him a coveted transfer on Dec. 2 to the Shepherd Center, a top rehab center for brain trauma patients in Atlanta.

Last week, Megan met with the medical dream team working so diligently with Ryan. If Ryan shows sufficient progress with continued intense therapy at Shepherd, he will remain. Otherwise, he will likely be discharged in January to go home.

Life at home would be challenging, as Ryan now uses a wheelchair and has extensive needs. But, as Dorothy utters in “The Wizard of Oz,” “There’s no place like home.”

Whether Ryan goes home or remains at Shepherd is cause for celebration. Witnessing the effects of Megan’s tenacious faith and the power of prayer from family, friends, and untold others across the world has been a gift.

And that should get anyone in the Christmas spirit.

A photo of a man and woman, shown from the waist up, embracing. There are the words "The True Love Of My Life" in gold above the image, and an envelope is seen to the side and behind the picture. The man has brown hair, a beard and mustache, and wears what appears to be a green sweater. The woman has long, dark brown hair and wears a red sweater, and a white blouse.

Ryan and Megan Marlow. A fellow optimist and staunch believer in the unequivocal power of faith and prayer, Megan provides updates on the Ryan’s Recovery Facebook page. By now, we are all eager to see a current photo resembling this one! (Courtesy of Megan Marlow)

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About the Author

Helen Baldwin Helen Baldwin lives in Jefferson, North Carolina, with her husband, Randy plus their two dogs, a cat, and untold wild critters outside. Their firstborn’s family, including two delightful children, lives just down the road, so she enjoys lots of MomMom time. Helen and Randy have a rental cabin and bees, among numerous other endeavors, so they’ll never be bored. Life took a drastic twist in 1997 when their third baby, Jeffrey, was diagnosed with SMA type 1. Although their active stint with SMA was brief, Helen hopes that sharing and connecting experiences after Jeffrey’s death, usually with optimism, helps others endure the unpredictability of loss and recovery.

Memories of the Past, and a Miracle in the Present