Friday, March 24, 2017

Monologue Mania Day #1136 Three by Janet S. Tiger (c) Mar. 24, 2017

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Monologue Mania Day #1136 Three by Janet S. Tiger (c) Mar. 24, 2017    

                                                    a monologue   by 
                                               by Janet S. Tiger (c) all rights reserved (c) 2017

           (Woman comes in, she is in her 30s, dressed in a lab coat.  She has a file, which she holds close to her chest. )

(British accent, educated, she speaks slowly, thoughtfully)  One, two three.  Granny ate a flea.  She roasted it, and toasted it and had it for her tea..... Mum used to tell me that when she wanted to make me laugh.  It always worked....until now.

Outside of the Holy Trinity, I cannot think of anything else with three that is prominent, that can take my mind off of this.....

          (She looks at the file, then throws it down)

Three.  Wait.....Three sheets to the wind.....(Smiles) That's how the first came about.....poor thing....

Easy as 1-2-3- well there's a lie for you......Two's company, three's a crowd, well, not when the two are married and want a third.....or maybe just one of the two wants a third.

Genetic defect.  Mitochondria.  It's so funny.  I never liked biology.  Math.  Numbers. From when I was little, I understood numbers.  They friends.  They never lied.  Everywhere I looked there were numbers!  The number of windows in the church, the number of squares on the floor.  The number of children in the class.  They were always clear and simple.  No matter how difficult, it always comes down to numbers. doesn't.  Not now.  Maybe it never did.  

He doesn't want to take a chance with this new technology - and it's funny, he's the engineer.  He says he doesn't want someone else's baby, and that's what we'd get - when I tell him it's just the mitochondria, he shakes his head and walks away.

Yet he would adopt.  That's all right, because we would get to meet the parents.  That's all right.  When I say, this would be our baby, his and mine....he says....and a third.  There'd always be....a third.  

It's my fault of course.  Always mine.  The DNA in my mitochondria is....faulty.  

(Takes a deep breath)  Leigh's syndrome.  Our first died at three months.....Elizabeth was her name.  Sweet Beth..... Our second......Angela....Angie she would have been, she made to nine months.   (Very hard)  He's worried that the third.....that I might not survive the third....that another loss might finish me off.  I did go through some postpartum, and having your babies die, well, that can be a bit depressing, but....he just doesn't want to take a chance on the new.  Scientists we are, and yet he won't try the future.  So we will leave the planet without a future for us.....

What do I do?  I still love the man, but.....I want a child.  My child.  Someone who will look like me......Unlike numbers, there was something amazingly....real about what grew inside of me!  (Choking up)  I loved those babies, even before they were born.....and now, I have a chance to have another.  Before my time is up.  I won't mind raising a child not born in me....but later, after I have a chance for one to make it....past a year......

But what of Johnny?  What do I do with him?  Do I try to convince him?  How long will that take - if ever?  Do I leave him?  Search for another love?  (Laughs)  It took me 30 years to find him!  Do  I get a donor?  So my baby would be, part me, part stranger, part...strange woman with healthy mitochondria.  

         (Listens then turns away)

I guess you didn't know, did you?  That's what happens when you go away across the pond for a few years!  After the second baby with Leigh's syndrome, we did some checking.  No one in my family had it, never, all babies born strong and healthy!  My Mum had a great deal of pride in that, she did.  But that was my family.... that raised me..(takes a deep breath) real family now they had problems....a bunch of dead babies......and me, I was the lucky one who lived and was healthy.....and given up for adoption because no one wanted to see if I turn up dead in a few months.....after all that work of giving birth.....and feeding they left me with the church.....

Was lucky I suppose .....that when we went to find my biological family one of the sisters remembered the name...and where to find the secrets come out.  The sins of the fathers and all that....but in this case, it was....the sins of the mother's ...mitochondria.

I knew my Mum loved me.....but had she told me the truth, maybe.....well, things would've been different.  She was a proud woman, proud of her ignorance, and yet proud I was unlike the others in the brood.  How she kept them all from ever telling me, I still don't know.  Sheer force of will I imagine.  How I wish that will had seeped into me, because I do need it now.....

          (She nods at the audience)

Sorry to hit you with all this in one shot, but. you tell me, my friend - what should I do? 

          (Listens, shakes head.)

No answers?  Not surprised!

          (Turns to leave, stops, looks back)

Funny, I always loved ....the power of, is the third time a charm?  Or is it just.....three strikes and we're all out....

           (She exits, end of scene)
There is now a technique to have a baby that has three parents - two mothers and a father.  Article here-

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