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Wednesday, October 14, 2015

October for Cancer : Remembering my friend #MFRWorg #friendship #cancer #RssosSisters #MuseItUp #Jazzercise

October is for...
Remembering

When I first sold to Muse It Up Publishing, I heard chatter about cancer stories and anthology on the author loop. I inquired a bit and was able to submit mine about my friend who'd passed the year prior from stomach cancer. 

My friend was the life of the party and downright gorgeous. We attended Jazzercise together for many years. Loved to needlepoint. Loved handbags. Loved to read. 

So in honor of her, I thought I'd post a few paragraphs from "Taking Flight." 
It seemed everyone knew this woman.
And me, a newbie in this Jazzercise class at a local rec center, knew who she was because everyone had loudly shouted her name, “Charley,” as the class assembled.
Charlene, Charley for short, stood on the back row with her equally rambunctious friend, always joking, playing around, and dancing their own routines. The whole class loved their antics, exuberance, joie de vivre. They would laugh and poke fun at their friends like they were the Jazzercise police, “You’re doing it wrong.”
Carley was tall, reed thin, had a wide smile, and a mischievous glint in her eye. She loved to needlepoint, absorbed books, and shopped at Talbot’s. She adored her small dog and hubby. Quietly reverent. We all knew she looked like a superstar when driving around town in her bright red sports car, top down in the summer. For Lent she gave up chocolate, Mexican food, and swearing. She failed miserably at swearing.
Then her world changed. Charley was diagnosed with colon cancer.
The unexpected news shook us all. The whole class held a collective breath. Could Charley fight and win this battle? What would our group be without her?
We couldn't imagine.
For as long as she could, she came to class and continued to dance her own crazy steps. When her hair fell out, she tied colorful bandanas on her head. To show our support, we wore one too. However, the subsequent surgeries and chemotherapy took a toll on her already skinny frame. Pounds evaporated from her body. We were scared for her.

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6 comments:

Florence Cronin said...

Vicki, the truly sad truth is that too many of us will remember good friends and loved ones that we lost. A friend in New York the year I moved to Florida ... my nemesis for years at our children's agency, I can still hear her two days before she passed. "Florence, don't be like me. Do what you want now before it's too late."

Remember them all and never forget to live it large now!!!

vicki batman said...

Hi, Florence. I truly appreciate your comment. For eight years, my Jazzercise friends and I have gathered over Mexican food and chocolate at lunch to remember her. It is so wonderful. I truly treasure this day. And I treasure you. Hugs.

lovindanger said...

Hi Vicki
Thanks for sharing this story about your friend. Too many people don't want to look at cancer. I understand that. It's scary. I've been diagnosed twice and am grateful to still be here. I guess what I want to say is that we need to not be frightened and hide from it. We need to reach out to those around us who are dealing with it. People have asked me what can you do for a victim. It's simple: just be there. A hand touched, a smile, a shared laugh... it all means so much.
Again, thank you.
Jo-Ann

vicki batman said...

Hi, Jo-Ann! Thank you for reminding us to share. How could I forget this day? Never. And by having lunch, I'll always have her with me. Hugs!

Angela Adams said...

I lost my childhood best friend over twenty years ago, and I miss him just as much today as I did the day he passed away. As toddlers, our mothers would put us in the playpen together. As we got older, we had a passion for the same books and rock bands. The saying "you never get over a lost, but just learn to live with it" -- no truer words have been spoken.

vicki batman said...

Hi, Angela! You saying really resonates with me. I always have a hole in my heart. I guess it heals over because I have less and less pain over time. Hugs, my friend. So sorry about your friend.

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