During my, do I have a brain tumor scare, I ran into a woman who told me about someone we both knew who’s suffering from early signs of dementia. She’s somebody I’ve worked with who was always very kind to me so I took the news especially hard.
Before Abigail went on her way she handed me a Kleenex and said, “So go live your life Susannah, for Patty’s sake.”
I didn’t repeat that story because frankly I found it too disturbing while facing a possible health crisis. Was it some kind of eerie omen hearing this news as if God was saying, you’re next kid, so get prepared?
Of course my news turned out to be good, grace being lent to me, once again.
On that same day, I read that the actress Valerie Harper has been diagnosed with terminal brain cancer. Saying I was humbled would not begin to do justice to my feelings.
I called everyone I knew finding it odd that no one had heard about it. Again I thought, is God talking just to me, reminding me how lucky I am? After my MRI no one came out to tell me I had only three months left to live, like they told Valerie.
I watched her as Rhoda faithfully the whole time the show was on, her humor never failing to ignite mine week after week. She has one of those smiles that could melt ice that I can’t quite believe we’ll only being seeing in reruns.
Imagine being given news like that…that you were done…no more summers, your final spring.
To add to my list of sorrows, on Sunday I learned that my friend Lisa had to put Chester, her beloved Beagle, down after an MRI showed that he wasn’t doing very well. She opted to release him from his pain and suffering taking on the burden of her own.
If you’ve ever lost a pet, it’s by far one of the saddest times of your life…letting go of a creature who loved you, no matter what.
I have a special request to everyone who wishes to participate.
This week, please do something for yourself you would never dream of doing…something that you normally feel would be too lavish, too expensive: buying those shoes you drooled over in a catalog, Stones tickets you can’t possibly afford or a long weekend with your sweetie on an island somewhere. Even if it’s just taking a day off so you can walk in the park with your Beagle.
go out and live your life…please…
do it for Valerie…
and Chester who, I can bet, loved a good stroll in the park.