Sometimes Things Just Go Wrong

There are 5, 518 miles between Olympia, Washington, and Florence, Italy. The time difference is nine hours which means Paul and I have just a couple of windows of time when we can talk with our friends and family. Our house sitter, someone we have known for years, made some serious mistakes at our house, and, per our ADT alarm system, we realized people were coming over to our house all night long every night for five nights. On Saturday night alone, our front door was opened 19 times between midnight and six am.

Paul and I spent all Sunday in a tiny Fiat car with our six pieces of luggage piled to the ceiling behind us arguing over how to handle it. It was supposed to be a beautiful drive through the countryside from Venice to Florence, but we somehow got stuck on the autostrade, and all we saw were tall grey, metal walls and the inside of tunnels. Paul thought if we gave the house sitter a good chewing out, he’d snap out of it and get better. I didn’t think so. Something had withered inside me. My trust was broken.

We have no idea how many people went through our house, if they looked through our messy pantry with all the boxes of forgotten taco shells, laughed at the absurd number of pillows on my couch, upended a cup and saucer from my great-grandmother’s china and pretended to drink from it, or (bile races through my stomach here) slept in our beds. I don’t know if they looked at my photo albums on the living room coffee table and flipped through the pages, a drink in their hand or a joint pinched in their fingers and skipped to the end because they were bored.

I don’t know if they petted Sibby or pushed her away because of her horrible habit of jumping on people. I don’t know if Lily cowered outside afraid to come in but more afraid of the coyotes who have treed her in the past.

We talked to the house sitter, and he promised no more guests, he’d settle down, it would be quiet.

“Please send me a picture of Sibby and Lily,” I asked. “Please, so I know they are okay.”

When I woke up the next morning, there was no picture. I had no way of knowing if they were okay. I sucked in a giant gasp of air and fell into a panic attack where I couldn’t remember how to breathe. I say fell, because it is like falling. Air can only come in, the room spins, the dizziness makes me want to throw up, and my legs won’t work. The worse it gets, the more I panic, and I am convinced I am going to die. In the deep recesses of my brain, I remembered a trick someone had told me about.

“I7, 84, 46, 3,” I wheezed. Random numbers. By talking, I must breathe out. “64, 17, 32, 17, 42,” my shuddering slowed. Paul held my hand and looked at the floor. There was nothing else he could do. My breathing finally returned.

“You sure like the number 17,” he said rubbing my back.

All day I was as brittle as glass, and I stepped carefully on the cobblestone streets afraid I might slip into the cracks.

Operation Move Sibby went smoothly with the help of neighbors and friends. She is now staying with two other golden retrievers and I hope they are speaking their special language of limited conversation but lots of smiles. Lily is back home with three different families caring for her in the next couple of weeks.

I don’t know what you do to thank the people who saved the places of you that are the most vulnerable, the most exposed, the most naked. I will find a way. But it will have to be without words because if I had to speak of it again, I’ll have to start counting.

Perhaps you wonder why this hit me so hard.

In July, my son was diagnosed with cancer. I was there for the surgery, but he didn’t want us to miss our trip to Italy, so he and his family are weathering his bouts of chemotherapy alone. They are taking it one trip to the clinic at a time. He counts the days of treatment he has left. His goal to is to be well enough to shoot his bow during deer season November 1.

Having a child with cancer makes me feel like all the doors and windows of my house are open and I cannot return home. It makes me feel like my grandchildren have wandered into a cornfield and I can’t hear their voices over the clatter of the corn stalks in the wind. It makes me feel like a part of my body that became a part of his body betrayed us both. It makes me feel like strangers are idly riffling though our lives with little interest.

So, I guess you could say being unable to stop the violation of your home shares a whisper of a resemblance to being unable to stop cancer invading someone you love.

Every day since July 7, I have practiced self-talk. He will be okay. He is young and strong. The survival rate is over 95% with the chemotherapy. He will be okay. It is my mantra and I say it over and over again every day.  

Last night, as we walked back through the maze of streets, the hulking, silent Duomo brooding in the twilight and the Ponte Vecchio glowing in the last of the sunset, we heard the sound of music. We crossed the street and followed the sound of a single violin. We found the violinist in the piazza outside the shuttered Uffizi Gallery where the Birth of Venus lay sleeping inside.

He played for the crowd, he played for himself. He spoke little, but the music soared up between the walls of the buildings and seemed to weave its way between all of us sitting on the stairs. It grew darker until we could barely see him, but he continued to play. Paul and I left while he was still playing. I wanted to remember his music living and breathing, strong and knowing, healing and whole.  I wanted to remember that even though I could not see him, he played through the darkness.  

12 thoughts on “Sometimes Things Just Go Wrong

  • Oh Lesley and Paul, I am so sorry you had to deal with this when you are so far away. My heart aches for you. Hugs. The music is beautiful. If you need hep in any way, just let me know.

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  • Dear Lesley, we have never actually met, I have only known Paul thru the years in friendship and business. I read this recent comment and felt your emotions thus compelled to keep you in my prayers! Relax and enjoy the remainder of your vacation together knowing that our Heavenly Father is powerful you can trust in Him! Blessings

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  • We are so sorry for the things going on at home that are out of your control. Hang in there and try to enjoy the rest of your trip. We’ll be praying for you and your family and fur babies and home.

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    • Hi leslie, I weaved through my friendship with Paul who I only merely worked with at Van dorn for a few years. We never connected but I always enjoy reading your posts and feel this heavy hurt you have. I’m glad that you’ve gained strength in being able to control your anxiety and brain activity. That is very difficult to learn and it sounds like it’s only going to get better from here for you on those matters. I want to talk for my services to you if you need me to go take a look at your house or help you in any way. You shouldn’t have to be stressed out on such a lovely trip. I hope that you’ve been able to have someone go over to your house to make sure that it is okay. If you need me to go over there to take pictures of the things you are concerned about I can do that. I know you don’t know me from Adam but I guess I just want to be able to help you guys in some way. Feel free to let me know my husband and I live in Tumwater and I could pop over at any time if you need me to. I’ve had Golden’s for 35 years and check in on ppls houses when they need it. It sounds like you have quite a caring circle around you though but just know one more person is here if you need them.
      971-227-3308 or

      PS you are a fantastic and rawly beautiful writer. How lucky is the world to get the pleasure to read what you write.

      Emily Oberoi

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  • Oh Lesley I’m so sorry. That is such a breach of trust when you depend on someone with your most valuable possessions. Glad Sibby and Lily are in good hands now. The violin playing was beautiful!

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  • I am so sorry, Lesley and Paul that all this happened. I am sure Sibby is happy with her new friends! Lily is very self reliant! Connor we know he will have some hard days ahead but we are all positive he is always one day closer to a his new life as a cancer survivor ! Prayers are going his way, always! Love you both very much. Hugs and more hugs


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  • What a crushing blow and breach of trust! The carelessness of people carries such a heavy price tag. Sorry your trip was marred by that, while glad that Connor is weathering treatment. ❤️

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  • Oh sweetie! I’m so sorry for what you’ve been through. That’s a lot! I probably would’ve had a panic attack too. 😢
    I’m so glad your sweet dog and cat are okay now but I’m sure you were overwhelmed with worry for them. I know how scary that can be. 😢
    And I’m sure nothing is more difficult than hearing that your child has Cancer. That’s got to be very scary indeed. I’m glad your son’s Cancer survival rate
    is over 95% but I’m sure you won’t feel good about it until he’s officially in remission. Which I hope happens very soon!
    I’ll be thinking of you and your family and sending you lots of love and light! Take good care luv! HUGS!

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  • I am sooo sorry this is happening to you and Paul! I can only imagine how terrifying and helpless you must have felt and are feeling. Hugs to you both and if there is anything I can do, just say the word!

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