I found out last week that one of my most favourite people on the planet has throat cancer. A particularly nasty one by all accounts, requiring the most aggressive of treatments.
This woman is an athletic non-smoker, who leads the most exemplary lifestyle out of ALL of my “most favourite people”.
I would ask for all of you out there with the inclination, to keep her in your “prayers” for healing.
She is one of the most incredible people I have ever known.... Unfailingly balanced and strong and heart-filled and giving... a spirit that soars much higher than the norm around here. She's a fucking joy to behold.
We had invited her to attend Burning Man with my husband last year – ticket provided. She had REALLY wanted to go, having been fascinated by BM since she first heard about it, but instead ended up declining because her parents needed her and she couldn't justify something so selfish at that time.
That's just so HER. Others first.
Turning my sadness to fucking ire is this:
My first inclination upon hearing the news was to gather up the funds to buy her a Vitamix system – which I believe she'd really appreciate during the times in her treatment when she wont be able to swallow anything that isn't liquid.
We belong to a circle of VERY close friends. I asked only those in this circle.
To my absolute astonishment, I found that those who are struggling financially -- those who really don't have a penny extra to give – all readily and without the slightest hesitation pledged “up to a maximum of $100” towards the system.
...and those with mansions and year-old BMW's as their “lesser vehicles” – who travel abroad multiple times a year, and plop down more than $100 at restaurants a week.... cried poverty. Getting them to give $20 was like pulling teeth without anaesthetic. For a friend. For a GOOD friend!!!
So I'm like... Fuck!.... totally and forever seeing these people in a completely different light.
(although rightfully 9/10ths of that statement belongs in the “Fuck YEAH!!” file -- for the first bunch, who are the fucking awesome people I knew they were!!!)
Mind tweek necessary now to remove that ire and focus on the GOOD... on the HEALING... on the LOVE!!! and so I dump it here to be done with it.
...and ask again for your prayers.
Worry is a misuse of imagination
“She had blue skin, And so did he.
He kept it hid And so did she.
They searched for blue Their whole life through,
Then passed right by- And never knew.”