Lacks blog #5 & secondary #5
At this point in the book, you can see how much Deborah has changed. She finally starts to open up about her mother. Because of this change Skloot is finally given the information she’s been looking for from Deborah. You can also really see the love that the family has for each other. Earlier in the book, they stayed away from anyone who wanted to do with their mother. Now, these her are determined to unveil the truth about Henriettas condition. Even though they are uneducated, they want to know all of the science behind these cells. Even when Deborah can’t physically handle the information she receives (her stroke and spiked blood pressure) she still is determined to know everything. Deborah says, "All this stuff I'm learning, it make me realize that I did have a mother, and all the tragedy she went through. It hurts but I wanna know more, just like I wanna know about my sister. It make me feel closer to them, but I do miss them. I wish they were here."
My secondary source is a poem written by Edgar Guest
This poem embodies what the lacks family is all about. In the end of the book, you can see how strong the lacks families bonds become. They are sticking by each other in order to honor their mother. This poems theme is there’s nothing quite as valuable as family.
The stick-together families are happier by far
Than the brothers and the sisters who take separate highways are.
The gladdest people living are the wholesome folks who make
A circle at the fireside that no power but death can break.
And the finest of conventions ever held beneath the sun
Are the little family gatherings when the busy day is done.
There are rich folk, there are poor folk, who imagine they are wise,
And they're very quick to shatter all the little family ties.
Each goes searching after pleasure in his own selected way,
Each with strangers likes to wander, and with strangers likes to play.
But it's bitterness they harvest, and it's empty joy they find,
For the children that are wisest are the stick-together kind.
There are some who seem to fancy that for gladness they must roam,
That for smiles that are the brightest they must wander far from home.
That the strange friend is the true friend, and they travel far astray
they waste their lives in striving for a joy that's far away,
But the gladdest sort of people, when the busy day is done,
Are the brothers and the sisters who together share their fun.
It's the stick-together family that wins the joys of earth,
That hears the sweetest music and that finds the finest mirth;
It's the old home roof that shelters all the charm that life can give;
There you find the gladdest play-ground, there the happiest spot to live.
And, O weary, wandering brother, if contentment you would win,
Come you back unto the fireside and be comrade with your kin.