- Feb 21View SourceAs someone said to me, welcome to the club no one wants to join. The woman at the nature preserve broke my heart. She had been through what I'm going through and now has a more deadly cancer. It's just not fair. I guess that is one of the lessons. Life is not fair. Thanks for telling me about your sister. I know what it would be like for me if this were happening to either of my sisters.Love,Marsha
On Feb 21, 2014, at 1:45 PM, Deborah Leu <ddleu8@...> wrote:
Marsha - I knew that nursery rhymes often had a strong political component, so it's too bad that Humpty D. was less than inspiring. But, perhaps you can look in the mirror for inspiration - your fighting attitude and strength are certainly inspiring to me.Your encounter with the woman at the nature preserve might have surprised me once, but I witnessed similar strong bonds among those fighting cancer when I was with my sister. It seemed to make no difference whether people knew each other, were in or out of treatment, had positive or negative prognoses - there was an immediate connection of understanding. Several times, unknown women stopped us on the street or in a store and spoke to my sister - the words were somewhat different, but the feeling of support and encouragement were always strong. It's a group that no one wishes to join, but the genuine bonding is awesome. I hope that you can draw some strength from these chance encounters as my sister has.DebbieOn Feb 21, 2014, at 4:27 PM, Ingrid Ramsey wrote:Marsha....you certainly put things in perspective.....and are perceptive too....beautifully written thoughts...
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On Feb 20, 2014, at 9:31 PM, "Gerald Clare" <gerald@...> wrote:Well, we found the metaphor. Life has inexorably been changed. I have to say mostly for the better except for the misery of the moment.
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From: Marsha Bollinger <mabollinger@...>
To: Gerald Clare <gerald@...>
Subject: [marshallsmicro8s] All the kings horses and all the kings men... [1 Attachment]
Date: Thu, 20 Feb 2014 20:25:22 -0800
The other day I was looking in the mirror and decided I looked like Humpty Dumpty with my bald head, all the weight I've put on and the puffiness from the steroids. I started thinking about Humpty Dumpty and how he fell off the wall. I mentioned to my friends Edie and Lorie that I wondered what Humpty Dumpty was doing on that wall in the first place. They didn't know but Edie said that most nursery rhymes were politically oriented. That night when I went to bed I asked Gerald to research why Humpty Dumpty was sitting on that wall. I'm thinking there is some great story behind this. No such luck. Turns out Humpty Dumpty was the name given to a cannon that was used doing the English Civil War. I was disappointed. I thought I was going to find some new metaphor to inspire me. So I still look like the nursery rhyme version of Humpty Dumpty that I grew up with. I continue to look for inspiration.
Today Gerald and I walked the 3 or 4 blocks to the deck in the nature preserve down the street from our house. While we were sitting there several small groups of people stopped by. One group was 2 women about my age. I noticed immediately that one of the women had a bald head like me. When she turned around I asked her if she had lost her hair due to cancer. She said yes and told us she has stage 4 pancreatic cancer. I nearly gasped knowing how bad that is. Gerald told her I have stage 2b breast cancer. She said she had gone through breast cancer and had been cancer free for 14 years before this cancer. I got up and hugged her. I almost cried. I wished her well as she left. Things have changed for me. I look at things differently. How could I not? Marsha
PS from Gerald - After she asked me about HD I could hardly stop laughing. I mean picture it. I'm tucking her in (I stay up late) and she very seriously asks me what Humpty Dumpty was doing on the wall... too good.