Can I just say, diseases suck? As a person of faith, I know that this is not how life is supposed to be. So it bothers me to see someone's vibrancy dampened by disease and tragedy. I get worked up about it. I feel like using my karate-chop action.
My mother-in-law is at the cusp of what is sure to be a get-worse-to-get-better maelstrom of chemo, hormone therapy, the removal of organs, and possibly radiation. That makes me angry. The fact that on top of everything else this disease will rob her of her eyelashes is insulting. Go to Susan G. Komen for the Cure by clicking here to learn more and donate to the cause. Then do a high kick and scream "eff you cancer!" (Actual cursing optional.)
My friend Lea (like the princess, only spelled differently; also, my friend Lea is more gorgeous) was recently diagnosed with MS. Once, when we were teenagers, her parents went out of town for the weekend so I stayed with her and in turn she taught me how to make a mean fritatta (she's a true half-Italian, speaks it and all). Lea is walking for the National MS Society this spring. She has a very humble (in my opinion) goal of raising $500. She's almost there. Click here to help push her team fund-raising over the top. Then do a fist pump and yell "Yeah, in your face MS!" And maybe throw in a high kick.
I've had two friends whose baby boys were born with unexpected difficulties. My friend (and bridesmaid) Caroline gave birth to Cade just a few months ago; he was 6 weeks early.
In fact, my profile photo is nicked from a photo of me and Caroline as bridesmaids at Kim's wedding this past fall.
See the baby bump? That's Cade, all cozy in utero.
When I saw a heartbreaking photo of the first time Caroline was able to hold her precious boy, I knew that all mothers should be able to hold their babies the moment they're born, not days later. Another friend and fellow police wife, Amber, lost her son Jacob at 4 months after he was born with an undiagnosed heart defect. When I sat in the pew at his funeral, 8 months pregnant with my own son, I knew that all babies should be born with hearts that work. Go to www.MarchofDimes.com to support families like these. Then go hug somebody.
Finally, I'd like to mention the Joseph Salmon Trust, for which the Hadrian's Walk was formed. Very sadly, I recently decided that the timing wasn't right for me to go as I had planned. I can't express how disappointed I am, but I know I'm needed here. However, I urge you to visit the Trust's website as well as HadriansWalk.org, and consider donating. The charity assists bereaved parents with the financial difficulties that accompany the death of a child, to allow them time to grieve and move forward without worrying about how they're going to pay for a headstone or the power bill.
Let's lift each other by sharing our blessings. And remember, a donation and an enthusiastic high kick are always good ideas.