At Full Brightness: A Novel
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"This shall pass, and you'll come out of the darkness to shine at full brightness, because that's who you are."
When Mai Tran was born premature, and diagnosed with cerebral palsy at age one, it was obvious she was a fighter. She fought to live, to w
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At Full Brightness - Thanh-Thao Sue Do
At Full Brightness
At Full Brightness
A Novel
Thanh-Thảo Sue Đỗ
New Degree Press
Copyright © 2021 Thanh-Thảo Sue Đỗ
All rights reserved.
At Full Brightness
A Novel
ISBN
978-1-63730-443-3 Paperback
978-1-63730-543-0 Kindle Ebook
978-1-63730-544-7 Ebook
To all the parents who have complex relationships with their children,
may we know them, may we love them, may we embrace them with all their flaws.
May we as sons and daughters find our way to heal and bond as time goes by.
May we explore ourselves while our parents hold on to the once little children they had held only in memories and pictures.
But most of all,
to my mom and dad,
this is for you.
Contents
Author’s Note
Chapter 1.
Roots
Chapter 2.
Tiny but Mighty
Chapter 3.
I’ve Got Miles to Go
Chapter 4.
Temporary Pain but Greater Gain
Chapter 5.
Not Your Typical Math Student
Chapter 6.
Emergence
Chapter 7.
Finding Myself
Chapter 8.
Deliberation
Chapter 9.
Powerless
Chapter 10.
It Takes a Village
Chapter 11.
An Opportunity
Chapter 12.
Boundaries and Spiritual Comfort
Chapter 13.
A Mother’s Pain
Chapter 14.
Panic Attack
Chapter 15.
Survival Mode
Chapter 16.
It Takes Courage to Face the Truth
Chapter 17.
Spiritual Mentoring
Chapter 18.
The Epiphany
Chapter 19.
Bumps and Progress
Chapter 20.
Healing the Wounds
Chapter 21.
A Hopeful Future
Chapter 22.
At Full Brightness
Acknowledgments
Do not lose courage in considering your own imperfections.
—St. Francis de Sales
Author’s Note
Dear Reader,
The words in this fictional novel are the result of my own journey. When I was nine years old, I started journaling my poems despite still learning English while immigrating over to the United States five years earlier. When I was in junior high, my teacher had my classmates and I write about our lives in the form of a memoir. From that memoir, I knew I had found my calling as a writer. Somehow, the words I wrote gave me comfort from the hardships of adjusting to life’s twists and turns.
I was born with cerebral palsy and am a disabled Vietnamese daughter of immigrant parents. I struggled with depression and anxiety, and I lost my faith at one point, but I have grown stronger through the support of many people.
As a daughter of Vietnamese parents who stressed the importance of success being molded into a career, I wanted to show that having your own pursuits and passions can lead to a better well-being. I am sure many of us in our communities can relate to these issues. My hope is this book will inspire conversations around following our own callings, gaining confidence in pursuing therapy, leaning on prayer and spirituality to get through difficult times, and building a strong network of support through family, friends, and mentors.
Mental health topics are perceived as taboo
in many cultures and groups, which may lead to many young people hesitating to get the support they need. This can keep them from moving forward with life or pursuing their heart’s calling. Wouldn’t we want to pursue something we love and practice mental wellness? I believe so, and if you do as well, this story is for you.
The characters in this book are based on my own experiences and deal with issues like disability, building relationships, mental health, and faith.
In overcoming the many obstacles I faced, I discovered what success truly means for me. When you do what you love, it will spark joy and passion for you. Other people in your life will see that joy, and it will show in your emotions, mannerisms, and the way you interact with people around you.
That joy is what makes us want to do more for others. A lot of us are trapped in the idea that success is a career with a lot of monetary rewards and honor, especially among immigrant parents who expect a lot. This perception can lead to regretting career choices, self-esteem issues, and mental health struggles. Then there are those like myself who also suffer from a disability, which can bring about a whole set of different expectations and challenges to navigate.
These issues can affect the way we see ourselves.
I hope to normalize conversations about mental health within the Asian-American and Pacific Islander community and foster a better understanding of these issues.
Whatever our calling may be, all of us are here to tap into our gifts to contribute to the world. For some of us who believe in a higher power, or God, there is that gift waiting for you. My mental health struggles and personal desires were always left on the back burner. As a result, I turned to spirituality and prayer and sought out professional help for my mental health issues.
This book seeks to explore the intersections between disability, mental health, relationships, and faith, reconciling three ideas:
1. Happiness comes from following your heart.
2. It is okay to talk about mental health issues.
3. Your faith and getting treatment for mental health issues is a sign of strength and vulnerability.
Each of us are capable of loving and being loved.
This is a story about rekindling oneself, belonging, acceptance, and forgiveness. It is a story of hope and faith—something we all can rely on in tough times—and the relationships we build with our families, friends, and mentors.
I hope you all enjoy this book as much as I enjoyed writing it. It is written for you, for me, and for those who need a space to belong. With all that said, I’ll leave you with this to reflect on:
Follow your heart because it will never lead you wrong.
Happy reading!
All my best,
Thanh-Thảo Sue Do
Chapter 1
Roots
My mother and father once told me the story of how I came about as the youngest child in a family of six siblings. It was years later when I thought to ask about the parts of my childhood I could not remember.
I was born a preemie, the size of a sixteen-ounce Nestle water bottle, at Hope Hospital. Surrounded by white walls and numerous tubes from head to foot, my blue face was a dominating feature as I had yet to take my first breath; I was silent and unable to move. The sound of hurried footsteps filled the air as my doctor and the nurses scrambled to find a way to get me to cry.
Come on, baby girl, come on. Cry for your mama!
The doctor reached into the neonatal intensive care crib I had been placed in, gently touching me. I let out a weak cry, kicking my tiny legs to signal I was alive. My mother turned to look at me with tears in her eyes, her shoulders falling back as she let out a sigh of relief; she knew all the agony she had just experienced was worth it to see her baby girl was okay.
My parents named me Mai after the Vietnamese New Year’s golden apricot blossom, a symbol of hope and prosperity. The time of my birth was announced at 1:43 p.m. on Valentine’s Day, a whole two months earlier than my original expected due date in April. As soon as the doctor brought me to my parents, they gasped at how tiny I was. I could fit into my mother’s hand despite the multiple blankets that had been used to wrap me. My mother held me for a bit before a nurse dressed in blue, flowery scrubs came to take me to the NICU room to be put on a ventilator and under light to treat my jaundice.
When will we get to go home?
my mother asked the doctor while grasping my father’s hand. She frowned slightly, her lips shaking.
If things go well with your daughter, she may be able to go home in a month and a half. But if they don’t go well, maybe even longer. Rest assured, we are doing the best we can to treat her and keep her safe and healthy.
He glanced at the heartbeat monitor.
All right, doc. I trust you,
my mother said. She looked down, marveling at me. On the outside, my mother appeared calm, even serene perhaps, but on the inside she was plagued with worry and doubt. Will Mai be able to breathe on her own? Will she be able to feed on her own instead of getting milk from a tube?
Ah!
my father beamed proudly to my mother.
Each day was a struggle for me to breathe in the NICU because of my underdeveloped lungs. I fought to make my entrance into the world earlier than most babies. I didn’t grow much either and all my clothes were bigger than my body, so my mother altered the onesies to fit me.
A month later, when the doctors decided I could go home, my parents walked out hand in hand with me buckled in a gray car seat. On the drive home, I sank into slumber without a care in the world, all bundled up in a pink, wool blanket. A while later, my mother turned the keys to the door of our house and opened it to my oldest sister Như looking up from her schoolwork. My mother held me, walking quietly to my room so as not to wake me up. My nursery room was clean and organized, filled with pink, and had been put together by my five older siblings. I was the newest addition to this close-knit Vietnamese family.
Wow, I have another baby sister! Full head of hair, beautiful eyes, and great genes! Can I please hold her, Mom?
Như asked with excitement in her eyes.
Be very careful; your sister’s very fragile,
my mother said, handing me to Như.
I will, Mom. I can watch her while you and Dad work from now on.
Thanks, sweetie. I’ll let you know when that can happen. Until then, give yourself a little break from reading. You’re stuck in a book every day,
my mother said, mindful of my ten-year-old studious sister who was set on her goal of becoming an aspiring physician.
I’ll try,
Như said, smiling slightly and fixing the flaps of the blanket on me. As Như and my mother stood together talking, my brother Minh came in from the backyard of our house, heading up the stairs bouncing a basketball up and down with his headphones in his ears. He was about to head to his bedroom and then got distracted by the noise in the nursery. He walked over to Như and Mom and peered down at me, taking off his headphones.
She looks like a pea, Mom,
he remarked snidely. Minh had a loose mentality. He was very easygoing and sometimes a little too boisterous for a nine-year-old. He also had no issue with speaking his mind.
Shh! Watch your words, son. Mai’s your youngest sister, and she’s sleeping, so be considerate and take the ball back outside,
my mother replied sternly. Minh turned pink in the face and walked back outside, muttering under his breath the whole way, embarrassed. His nine-year-old mind hadn’t worked out his new role as my big brother.
Như made a parting gesture to our mother, left the nursery, and then walked over to Linh’s room and knocked gently on her door while holding me in her arms.
Sis? Hey, Linh, we have a surprise. Open up and see,
Như said, glancing at me as I continued to sleep without a care in the world. The door opened slightly with a creak and Linh’s head poked out.
What’s the surprise?
Linh answered her own question when her gaze fell on me in Như’s arms and she smiled widely, eyes glowing in excitement as she took in the sight of me. Aw, our new baby sis. I’m so in love with her already. Where’s Mom?
Mom’s resting. Let her be. Here, why don’t you hold her while I go get Liên and Hồng-an?
Như gently handed me to Linh.
Sure, Như.
Linh took me gently in her arms. Hey, little sis. It’s your big sister Linh.
I heard her voice and it stirred me from sleep, my head turning toward the sound slightly though my eyes remained closed. Aw, you can hear me well, little angel.
I opened one eye and stared at her. A moment later, Liên and Hồng-an came in with Như and peered over me.
What a cutie patootie,
Liên said, smiling now. She held out a drawing of me and showed Như.
That’s beautiful,
Như said to Liên. I’m sure Mai likes it.
By this point, I had opened my eyes fully and was peering up at my sisters as they gathered closely around me. Oh look, she opened her eyes!
Hồng-an said, her usual quiet mannerisms falling away in her excitement.
This is the most I’ve heard you talk in a while, Hồng-an. Taking a break from your paints?
Như teased, trying to get Hồng-an out of her shell.
I love babies, Như. I think we all do. Besides, I am not a recluse. Just trying to be an older sister. Mom and Dad already have so much on their hands. I think Mai’s the icing on the cake of our lives.
That’s a good metaphor to describe her. I’m impressed, Hồng-an.
Như looked on at me.
"Mai is just so cute!" Hồng-an exclaimed excitedly. Normally she was the quiet sister in the house; she was eager to meet me. My sisters stood together and continued to gush over me while I stared at them, unaware of all the attention I was getting.
Mai’s definitely getting tired,
Như said, walking back to the nursery to hand me back to our mother. She was mature for a ten-year-old, always paying attention to other people’s needs.
***
As the months went by and my family settled into the new routine of having a baby in the house, my siblings did their best to help take care of me whenever my parents had to work long hours and needed the extra help. At first, I seemed like any other normal healthy baby, but by the time I was about a year and half old, my parents had noticed that I couldn’t even pull myself up into a sitting position, something most babies could do by my age. They also noticed that my legs were drooping and my toes were curled inward. It was enough to cause them some minor worry.
No matter how I tried to pull myself upward, I would always fall and cry. Whenever my mother heard me crying, she would come to pick me up and, using the corners of her shirt, she would wipe away my tears and comfort me. Then she would often caress my ebony-black hair like a horse’s mane and sing Vietnamese songs to me. After a while, whenever I had settled, my mom would put me down again and I would go happily crawling all over the playroom. When I ran out of energy, I would sit up, staring intently at my calloused kneecaps. My big eyes twinkled as my lips curved into a small grin; my young mind was shielded from the hardships that were to come.
Chapter 2
Tiny but Mighty
The blazing sun showed its rays on the day my parents took me to the doctor. As