They'd say, "You mean, noodles?" And if I used a phrase like marinara sauce, it would really blow their minds. if I used words like "pasta," it was as if I were throwing my big-city ways right in their faces. my parents have always been either a source of comedy or a reason to be in therapy for me.Įverything had changed. Before she knew it, she was sharing her domicile with her ailing brother, AND her parents. bungalow, when her brother was diagnosed with lymphoma. The newly divorced, former-SNL star, Julia Sweeney, was looking forward to living in her very own, sweet little L.A. Just weeks before Mike died, Julia was diagnosed with a rare form of cervical cancer-what Mike called her "sympathy cancer"-and within days of burying her brother, she underwent a radical hysterectomy, beginning her own journey through "the International House of Cancer."įrom these Job-like travails, Julia has written a remarkably funny and touching memoir about a family in extremis that manages to persevere with humor, grace, and love. Julia was now on seriously intimate terms with the people she had spent half a lifetime growing up away from. Every day was spent bringing Mike to and from chemotherapy, every evening watching Chicago Hope or E.R. Here she was sleeping on her pull-out sofa bed while her father walked around, his Walkman on all day and her mother marveled at Julia's lack of such staples as stroganoff mixes. Suddenly her tiny bungalow for one was filled to the rafters with Sweeneys. Her parents came to be with Mike-and moved in with her. Her younger brother Mike was diagnosed with terminal cancer and moved in with her. She got a divorce (amicable), bought a small bungalow in Hollywood, and looked forward to a life that said, "Here dwells a happily single young woman!"īut then the ax fell. 1995 was, for Julia Sweeney, a truly horrible year.
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