By Sarah Herlong
When
my friend, Neil, was diagnosed with colon cancer I was a continent away. We
would stay on the phone for hours at night talking. He wanted me to write about
him so he wouldn’t be forgotten. I made notes on all the funny stories as I could
remember about him. Only once he died, and the pain subsided somewhat, did I
work on writing the full version of my notes. Then my cousin wanted me to tell
her about Neil. It ramped up my writing about him, culminating in what I call
the Book of Neil.
It
was a passion of mine to fulfill this obligation. Get the material down while
it’s fresh. Document our relationship so I’ll have it for the future, and so I
can share Neil with others. And I can read it in the years to come to remember
him as a well-rounded person instead of a shadowy person from my past.
Now
I’m faced with a slightly different situation. My friend Lizzie has just been
diagnosed with lung cancer. Whenever Lizzie would come over she would show
interest in my writing, asking me to read her my latest creation. I would, and
it passed the time while she helped my mom with various tasks. She even enjoyed
my comedy routine. She had me practice it over and over with her.
Now
she is in the hospital waiting to hear if they can do surgery, and waiting to
start chemo. She called me today and wanted to talk. I asked if she wanted me
to be there in the hospital with her now, and she said yes. I grabbed my latest
two stories and arrived at the hospital in record time. She requested that I
read to her. I began with Bernadette’s
Big Night. Then I read Ghost Story
to her. As always she liked both of them. I asked if she wanted reading
material, some magazines, but what she requested is for me to read her more of
my stories. She told me it helps her stop thinking about the cancer for a
while.
So
now my work is cut out for me. I need to write as productively as I can to
polish old writings, and create new work. Maybe then I can provide her a
respite from cancer even if just for a few minutes.
2 comments:
Great blog/article, Sarah. Marion Aldridge
Sarah,
How incredibly sad for you. But you have managed to make something positive out of two incredibly difficult situations.
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