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Janet Lee Berry - The Person
Janet Berry was an invalid for thirty-nine years and endured as well as
transcended the effects of a crippling disease. She was born on April 3, 1935
and died on July 22, 1985. The following is a synopsis is taken from her
autobiography, From an Altered Angle, which is found in the school library.
"Janet’s parents were both descendants of long-established New England families.
Hope was the sixth child of Fred (Frederick) Clark and Lilla May Bean. The
Clarks were a leading family of West Medway, Massachusetts. Fred, a farmer’s
son, became the owner of a grocery store, did community service and became a
state representative. Hope graduated from Boston University. She met Andrew at a
Boston University theater party, through Andrew’s sister Ruth.
Andrew was the oldest child of Charles Berry and Lexie MacDonald. His father
taught thermo-dynamics at MIT. Andrew entered Harvard at fourteen to study
mathematics for the B.A. degree, and stayed there until he had completed his Ph.
D. degree (1929). From 1929-31, he was a National Research Fellow, first at
Brown and then at Princeton. From 1931-1935 as instructor and from 1935-1941 as
assistant professor, he taught mathematics at Columbia. In 1941 he brought his
wife and two daughters to Appleton, where he had been appointed associate
professor of mathematics at Lawrence University by President Barrow.
Janet was six at the time. She entered first grade at Edison School and enjoyed
a normal childhood, sharing household responsibilities and happy family rituals
with her older sister, Barbara. Tragedy struck when she was eleven. In the
summer of 1946 on a family visit to her grandparents’ home in West Medway, she
somehow contracted dermatomyositis—a disease so rare that it wasn’t diagnosed
until she was sent to Milwaukee Children’s Hospital in the late fall. The
chances of getting dermatomyositis were one in 300,000. No one is certain about
the cause. Possibly it results from hypersensitivity to external factors, like
an allergy. Perhaps it is caused by a virus. Because of its rarity, no one has
done the research to find out.
The disease is an inflammation of the tissue around the arteries which, in
chronic cases, causes contraction of the muscles and thickening of the skin. In
Janet’s case, there were calcium deposits in the skin and her muscles gradually
withered up, tendons shrinking, so that her whole body contracted towards the
most powerful muscles, the ones that produce the fetal position. Doctors tried
traction on her arms and sand bags under her knees, but to no avail. Initially
she was treated with penicillin in bees’ wax, injected into the skin. After a
year’s remission, when the disease returned in full force, several other
experimental drugs were used. In 1950 an eight-week intensive treatment with
ACTH (adrenotropicortic hormone) seemed to kill the infection, though in fact it
had only arrested it. Following hospitalization, she underwent three years of
home treatment involving softening, then removing the hard shell of skin that
had formed, in order to treat the ulcerating sores beneath it. Spiking fevers
accompanied by dizzying pain eventually killed the infection. Finally Janet
regained normal awareness, but all her organs had been affected. The miracle is
that she lived as long as she did—fifty years.
From an Altered Angle describes Janet’s response to this disease: her struggle
for life, her struggle for growth, her struggle to find meaning and purpose for
a body and soul that had been cut off from the usual; avenues of work and
communications. In 1974, her therapist, Dr. Edwin Olson, suggested that she
write a book about her experiences to aid other chronically ill people and their
caregivers. Her initial purpose was "to inform so that there is an easier and
richer relationship between the chronically ill and those who live and work with
them."
Janet was always supported by her family to live her life to the fullest. She
continued to educate herself through distance learning from Lawrence and she
volunteered for many years in Appleton. Her final words to her dad on the night
she died were "Thank you."
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