This is not my story to tell, so I want to respect privacy. I will tell what I feel is appropriate. This week, one of my friend Irene's 2 year olds was diagnosed with a malignant brain tumor and had surgery to remove the tumor. The rest of the treatment plan is still TBD.
The last two days have been a whirlwind of emails and phone calls. I went to Charlotte yesterday to see them and my friends cared for the boys with Jon in Europe. On the drive home last night, I pondered how it is that all my friends seem to "know" Irene. Then I realized:
- we went to college in LA together
- she lived at my place for a short time in San Francisco while she was looking for work there
- we were both on assignment in Atlanta for almost a year at the same time
- her now-husband worked in Chicago for awhile when I lived there
- we now live two hours apart
- I might be an oversharer about my life on my blog. Might.
For my entire adult life, Irene has been one of my constants, but unlike my other constants, she has also been geographically close. As a result, all of the people from various parts of the country and different time periods in my life have heard of and/or met her. And for 20 years, everyone has heard ad naseum how awesome she is, how she is an inspiration, how she is a super woman.
I share this here for three reasons:
- I have already talked with and/or emailed most of the people reading here, because if you weren't already friends or family, you have developed into friends.
- I can't NOT mention it. It invades my thoughts 24 hours a day.
- This week, have patience with your kids. Hug a friend. Tell someone you love them. Live your life the way you want to live it.