06 June 2012
Hair Cuts, and Other Stuff
My dear friend, Jennifer, begins chemotherapy for Breast Cancer, today. I have been thinking about this subject almost incessantly for the last two months, since she informed us of her diagnosis in late April or early May. Since that time she has had all sorts of nasty needles, tests, and knives applied to her in a long parade of medical unhappy places.
So, I just wanted to write a few reasons why my friend Jennifer makes me happy, and why I plan on her living a very long time and avoiding recurrence.
* She will have to grow her beautiful raven locks back after they fall out, though actually I am digging her current short cut enough that I shamelessly copied it.
* She is so funny, and I need her around to make me laugh. Alex and I have a weird sense of humor, and it is not super common that someone's humor matches ours very well, but Jennifer's does. She is not replaceable. She must use her sense of humor as a tool in her fight. She has already started doing that. I saw on her facebook today a t-shirt that says, "Yeah, they're fake. My real boobs tried to kill me!" Love it.
* I can think of Six Big Reasons who all live in the same house with her. Her youngest Big Reason was born a month or two before my oldest Big Reason to Beat Cancer. Incidentally, can you imagine any woman leaving her Biggest Reason to take care of all of the other Big Reasons by himself? Yeah, not an option.
* She is so smart, and she knows all about movie stars and drama and production stuff. I need her to be here when I have questions about that stuff since I live in a world of obscureness from all pop culture and refined society.
* She is one of those Mean Moms, like me. So in my mind, her body must now just use its Mean Mom voice, and say to any misbehaving cells, "Oh no you don't, or you'll wish you hadn't! And we are NOT talking some piddly TIME OUT!"
* I have been sort of dreading when her baby goes to first grade, because she says she won't come to our pot luck at the park on Tuesdays as often. But I think she should. I need to pick her brain for recipes, and hear her stories, and just sit with her even when I don't have anything to say. She has uncommon common sense. She reads voraciously, and I need her book reviews. I plan to wear red and purple hats and go out to lunch with her when we are very old, and our children are raised. We can talk about how nice it is to send our grandchildren home with their parents and get a good night's sleep.
That is my plan, Jennifer. I place my faith in you to withstand the awfulness of the two eight-week rounds, recover, and finish the life we are both planning on you living.
Also, if you need a walking partner when you feel crappy, I am very, VERY slow. So keep me in mind.