Friday June 15, 2018
What We Lost
My mother lost her teeth when she was forty. She woke up one morning and they were on her pillow. All of them. Even her molars.
When she went to the dentist Dr. Hendricks said that she’d never seen anything like it.
“Perhaps it’s hormonal, Mary. Have you checked your hormones?”
“My hormones are fine, thanks.” My mother said.
I know becuase I was there. Well, almost. I was in the waiting room. See, my mother’s teeth fell out the same month I got mono. She dragged me around to all her appointments and I read comic books in the waiting rooms.
“What’s up with you, Monika?” Dr. Burns, our family doctor said.
“I have mono, remember?” He’d diagnosed me three weeeks before.
“Of course, of course, my mistake. I see a lot of young people, Monika, and it can be hard to keep everyone straight.”
My mother rolled her eyes as though there was no reason to be discussing anything other than her gummy mouth. Or maybe she was also irritated that Dr. Burns, who delivered both me and my brother, had forgotten about my mono. Sometimes it’s hard to tell with her.