“‘You’re the Only Star’: Music, Illness, and Motherhood”
When I was six I was admitted to hospital extremely ill, not thought to live.
I vividly recall my mother waving good-bye to me through the glass screen. (I must have been in an isolation unit.)
Then she hurriedly turned away to hide her tears, but I knew. And then she was gone. And I cried. Fearful, alone.
I caught sight of a set of headphones beside the bed connected to the hospital radio system. I put them on and heard a song which instantly comforted me. It was “You’re the Only Star in My Blue Heaven.”
Suddenly, she was back with me. I was not alone. I remember smiling.
I sang that song, as best as I could remember it – and I remembered it well – many times during my three months in the hospital. It was way back then that I discovered the therapeutic power of music – the remembrance, the reassurance, of the mother most loving.