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The Old Lady in My Bones

Under the Spotlight

892888_10152273679059408_1861221847_oI stepped quietly behind the red velvet curtain, listening to the chatter of the audience as they filed in and found their seats. Shadows played on the walls of the set, spilling from the dim work lights around the stage manager’s desk; she signaled the five-minute call to show time and I mentally reviewed my opening lines. I looked down at my hands, hoping they were not too swollen, hoping I would be able to manage the tray of glasses I carried offstage in the second act. Old lady RA seemed to be in hiding, but I felt her heat in my blood. The opening music played, the lights faded, and I took my place on stage, waiting for the curtain to lift…

The last show I did was four years ago, after the first year of my diagnosis. I hadn’t thought about returning to the stage until a director friend of mine asked if I would be interested in being in his show as the lead. I hesitated, unsure if the old lady would grant me the energy for rehearsals and performance. The challenge for me was not the multitude of lines I’d have to memorize (hoping that old RA fog would subside) but the ability to lift and carry a tray of glasses for each show. I was not sure my hands would cooperate; despite my misgivings, I agreed to do it.

During rehearsals, I learned to reign in the frantic movement of my anxious character, to cautiously lift the tray, in spite of my shaking hands; the glasses, the ones we had been warned not to break for they were required for the full run of the show, clanked ominously against each other night after night. Each performance, I dreaded that moment, hoping that I would not need to deal with the consequence of one of those glasses sliding from the precarious tray in my hands. Somehow, over the weeks, I managed to complete my task, with only a few near misses. In the final performance, I handed the tray to the stage manager for the last time, and celebrated a tiny victory. I had successfully stemmed the tide of the old lady, like a lion tamer commanding the wild fierceness of his cats; I had mustered the energy to restore a part of my life altered by arthritis.

About J.G. Chayko

I am a writer living on the beautiful West Coast in Vancouver B.C. I am a poet at heart but also write prose, fiction and creative non-fiction. In my thirties, while working for a Rheumatology clinic, I was diagnosed with early Rheumatoid Arthritis. I created " The Old Lady In My Bones" to share my experience living with this disease and to create an awareness that arthritis touches people of all ages, not just the elderly.

Discussion

12 thoughts on “Under the Spotlight

  1. Congratulations for taking back a talent you thought the old lady had stolen! You’re an actor! J., that’s just wonderful. I’m so pleased for you! 😀

    Posted by Wren | March 24, 2014, 8:07 am
    • I started acting when I was eleven, and haven’t left the stage since. I’ve always been a theatre actress, although I did a small bit of film way back when. It felt good to return to the stage, and even better to fight through and succeed.

      Posted by J.G. Chayko | March 25, 2014, 7:35 am
  2. How wonderful that you were able to participate in an activity that you enjoy. May the old lady stay behind the curtain where she belongs.

    Posted by Irma | March 24, 2014, 9:17 am
  3. Always knew you were talented. To pull of a leading character in a play and have to show up for each performance is quite an accomplishment. It’s funny what we count as victories that pre-RA we’d never think twice about. I’m so pleased for you. Here’s hoping the old lady stays gone!

    Posted by carlascorner | March 24, 2014, 9:31 am
    • Thanks Carla, it was a lot of work to take on that role, but it was a lot of fun in the end. That tray of glasses was always my biggest challenge during that show, but I made it through with only a couple of near misses 😉

      Posted by J.G. Chayko | March 25, 2014, 7:37 am
  4. Not a tiny victory at all, taming the old lady is like taming a lion!

    Posted by sister flare-up | March 24, 2014, 10:09 am
    • Every day I woke up knowing I had a performance that night, I’d do my best to reign that “old lady” in. The one time an invisible disease suited my purpose to help me get through the run – as they say, the show must go on 🙂

      Posted by J.G. Chayko | March 25, 2014, 7:40 am
  5. Awesome. You navigated through it all and got it done. Cool Beans. 🙂
    Phil

    Posted by Phil from Syracuse | March 27, 2014, 7:21 am
  6. Well done, you! 😀

    Posted by Kev | March 30, 2014, 10:39 am
  7. I love the pictures you painted with your words – “the chatter of the audience as they filed in” and “reign in the frantic movement of my anxious character.”

    I’m so glad that the “Old Lady” didn’t nag you off the stage. If all that stood in the way of your performance was the fear that you would shake the glasses off the tray, there are ways around that. (Blu Tack comes to mind.) The weight of the tray would be my challenge.

    I hope your shows do go on, Julia – even if it involves some creative problem solving and perhaps an occupational therapist on speed dial. 😉

    By the way, what was the title of the production?

    Posted by Marianna | October 11, 2014, 4:45 pm
    • Marianna, the production was called “Let’s Murder Marsha”. It was a super charged comedy, I played a wife obsessed with mysteries and overheard a conversation between her husband and another woman where I mistakenly concluded he was planning to murder me – really, he was planning a birthday party. It was a fun challenging role. And I look forward to my next challenge on the stage.

      Posted by J.G. Chayko | October 12, 2014, 1:17 pm

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