Tag: Relationships

Take Care of Yourself and Each Other

~ Lenore Diane ~ 1 Comment

My husband’s Aunt Mary Alice ends most of her emails to us by writing, “Take care of yourself and each other.” If you’ve read any of my Flighty Friday posts, you may have noticed I end my posts with a similar saying, “Take care of yourself, and be kind to each other.” I adore Mary Alice, and I adore Mary Alice’s family.

Mary Alice played the piano and organ at our wedding. Now in her 80s, she continues teaching piano lessons and playing the organ for various churches in her area. Mary Alice is an active, strong and classy woman. She has experienced a great deal in her 80+ years, including taking care of her in-laws during their illnesses.

James and his Mom, Mary Alice

Uncle Edward, Mary Alice’s husband, died three years ago. Edward had Alzheimers and cancer, and Mary Alice took care of him. Mary Alice’s daughter is a cancer survivor, having won the battle against Breast Cancer. YES! Sadly, this past Saturday, Mary Alice’s son, James, lost his battle with cancer. James had all kinds of cancer.

Cancer sucks. Death sucks. Having a cold or the flu sucks, but cancer and death suck more. I realize when “suck” is used in certain context, some may find the word offensive. My apologies if you are offended. I find ‘death’ and ‘cancer’ offensive.

Death sucks for those left behind. Cancer sucks for those fighting the battle. Sure, cancer sucks for those helping their loved ones fight the battle, but I think it sucks more for the actual fighter.

And the cancer fighters? There is an army of fighters. Though lately, it seems the fighters are losing the battle. My neighbor’s friend’s Dad died this past Wednesday. He had cancer. A friend from my son’s school had a friend die last week. His friend had cancer. My boss’ Mother-in-law died earlier this year. She had cancer. Another friend of mine lost her Mom to cancer three years ago. My father died over 20yrs ago. He had cancer. The list goes on and on. Have I mentioned cancer sucks? How about death? Did I mention death sucks? Just checking.

I realize there are thousands and thousands of cancer survivors. Ya’hoo! And, I say that at the top of my lungs! YA’HOO!!! And, I remind you that Mary Alice’s daughter is one of the cancer survivors. YES! The survivors help motivate those caught up in the battle. The survivors give us all hope that remission and cures are possible. Still …

I asked a friend of mine recently, “Is cancer more prevalent these days or are we just getting older?” Her thought was that we were just getting older. I’m sure there were friends and family members that died of cancer when I was a youth, teenager and young adult. Alas, during those years I was was pretty self-absorbed. (Yeah, yeah – maybe I am still a little self-absorbed. Your point?!)

Later this week, my husband and I will drive to Savannah, GA to attend James’ burial. We are missing the visitation and funeral in Jacksonville, FL. I am trying to prepare myself emotionally. James was a light in my life. He inspired me with his wit, his smile, his optimism, his wit, his wit – and have I mentioned his wit? I stop short in calling him a smart-ass, out of respect for his Mom. But honestly – in the best way, he was a … well, you know. (At least he was with me, and I loved it!)

At the risk of sounding cheesy, I feel James around me. And, I know when I attend the burial (and reception), I’ll feel his optimism and joy for life. Joy for life at a burial? Yes. Seriously, James was so bright to me, I know I’ll feel his joy. What I don’t know is how I will handle seeing his Mom. His Mom. Wow. It should come as no surprise that Mary Alice’s kids are as awesome as they are – because their influence is/was nothing but the best. Seeing Mary Alice will break my heart. As a Mom, I can’t fathom burying my child. That is not how the circle of life is suppose to play out. And yet, a child losing a parent is also hard – regardless of age.

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Andrea's daughter with 'Nana'

My friend’s Mom is battling cancer. Like James, my friend’s Mom has all kinds of cancer. Like Mary Alice, my friend is not new to cancer. She lost her brother over 20yrs ago to a brain tumor. My friend lives in FL, and my friend’s Mom lives in NC. My friend, her name is Andrea, left FL this past weekend, to spend the week before Thanksgiving with her Mom. She’s spending quiet time with her Mom, before the rest of the family gathers for Thanksgiving.

Ever since Andrea’s Mom was diagnosed with cancer, I’ve taken it upon myself to touch base with her daily. Yesterday, during our emails back and forth, she described the overall feeling at her parent’s house. I asked Andrea if I could share her thoughts with you. She said I could.

Andrea writes, I’m hoping to spend time with her talking and recording some of the conversations. But I keep finding things in the house that need to be done. There’s a mess in the linen closet that needs to be cleaned. I need to update and print her contact list. I need to go through the refrigerator and throw out old food. Of course these are things I’ll do while she’s asleep, but things I need to do because she would never allow things to get to the state they’re in. Not that it’s horrible – it’s just not up to her standard.

“It’s just not up to her standard.” That gets me. Andrea’s Mom is alive and actively battling cancer. But, she is fighting the battle in bed. Normalcy has changed. The ‘new normal’ is different. The standards are lowered.

It’s weird, Andrea wrote, I don’t really feel her presence in the house anymore, other than her bedroom that is. I don’t know how to put it in words. Her “essence” or “being” isn’t in the kitchen. Or the living room. Or the sun room. Her purse isn’t hanging on the chair in the nook and her sweater isn’t draped over the back of the chair. Her sunglasses and keys aren’t on the table. Little stupid stuff that makes this her home aren’t there anymore. I open the refrigerator door and it’s so obvious that she hasn’t been in it for awhile. The house is no longer under her control. It’s not her domain. I’m trying to find the right words to describe it, but I can’t. Does this make any sense?

Andrea and her Mom

Yes, Andrea. What you wrote makes sense. And, I know anyone who has experienced what you are experiencing will ‘get’ what you’ve written. And, I believe they will find comfort in your words. And, I hope you find comfort knowing you are not alone. And, maybe your Mom’s presence is hard to feel now, because her new normal is not the real normal – the true essence of your Mom. But, when all is said and done, your Mom is with you each and every day – alive or not. She’s in your expressions; she’s in your mannerisms; she’s in your attitude; etc. And Andrea … you look like your Mom.

Obviously, this is a personal (and lengthy) post. I hope I haven’t overstayed my welcome with my 1300 plus word count. But, I needed to write this post. I wanted to shout out support and appreciation to Mary Alice, James and his sister. I wanted to shout out support and appreciation to my friend, Andrea, and her Mom. I needed the release. And, I need (and love) my friends and family. Thank you.

In honor of Mary Alice, James, my friend Andrea, her Mom and your loved ones, please take care of yourself and each other.

An Escape

~ Lenore Diane ~ 1 Comment

She could hear the rumble of thunder in the distance. Another summer thunderstorm was brewing, triggered by the hot and humid day. She snuggled herself closer, finding comfort in him. She smiled and nudged him, as he wrapped his arms around her.

“Are you ready for tonight?” She asked. “Oh, let’s not talk about tonight, right now.” He said, pulling her closer. “I was hoping we could just enjoy this moment.” She smiled. She was enjoying this moment, as well as the countless other moments of the weekend. She hated that they were heading back tonight.

He surprised her on Thursday, walking into her office unannounced. “We’re leaving.” He said. Startled, she felt her face get warm as she blushed. She had met him only 3 months ago, and the chemistry between the two of them was intense. Lust? Certainly; still, the love was undeniable.

“Our flight leaves in two hours, giving us just enough time to get to the airport and board the plane.” He informed her. “But, what about work?” She asked. She didn’t care a thing about work, but she felt the need to question him a little. “Forget about work. I am taking you away so we can marvel at each other without interruption.” He said with a smile. She laughed. He was a true romantic, but it was his sense of humor she loved most. Well, she loved his hands, too.

Within 4hrs, they had reached a secluded cottage on the shoreline. She remembered how the cottage was set up when they walked in the door: candles, fresh fruit and wine.

The wind picked up, as the thunder grew louder. She stood up, and walked to the bay window, watching the storm approach. He walked over to her. “Maybe the storm will delay the flight.” He said, as he began to run his fingers through her hair. She loved how he played with her hair. “Mmm..” she said. “That would be just terrible.”

She felt a blaze across her dress, as he reached and turned her around to face him. He started kissing her neck, and she heard herself sigh. She placed her hands on his face and brought his soft lips to hers. His hands slid down her back, unzipping her dress.

“The flight.” She moaned. “We’ll catch another one.” He whispered. Her legs became weak, as he looked into her eyes and smiled.  Slowly, he brushed her dress off each shoulder causing it to fall to the floor. She closed her eyes as he started to caress her . . . “Mom! Joe just flushed my wubba nub down the toilet!” And, I’m back. Closing the book, I return to my life as a Mom.

Weekend What-not

~ Lenore Diane ~ Leave a comment

I am a self-proclaimed writer, as well as a dreamer. I prefer sitting and letting my mind wander to getting up and actually doing something. So, when my kids are running around doing this and that, I find myself becoming flustered. I see them being busy, even at play, and I feel guilty that I just want to sit. I open the laptop, in hopes of writing down my thoughts, but I become distracted by the boys at play.

This morning, Rob took the boys to church, and I stayed home. Today is the last Sunday for our minister. The new minister will start next Sunday. The past several Sundays, I have felt awkward going to church and listening to our minister. I was uncomfortable with the thought that he was speaking to a congregation that did not renew his contract. And, I could go into the whole organized religion discussion regarding assigning ministers to one church vs. another, etc. But, I don’t want to go into that, at least not today.

As I enjoy a quiet house, I find I just want to sit and do nothing. Is that wrong? I thrive when I do nothing, if that is possible. And, my doing nothing consists of talking to myself in my head, romanticizing one thing or another, stressing over one thing or another, becoming anxious over one thing or another, writing novels about one thing or another, etc. I don’t really just sit and do nothing; but, because the ‘stuff’ is being done in my head, to look at me you wouldn’t see what it was that I was doing. After all, thinking and daydreaming is something, right? Have you tapped into my head? My thoughts are exhausting!

Friday afternoon, I watched the movie “The Jane Austen Book Club”, and I loved it. Absolutely loved it. Later that night, I went out with two gal friends. First we went to eat dinner, and then we went to see a movie. We watched “Letters to Juliet”. I thought it was a cute movie, and I definitely and pleasantly got lost in the romance. I had also gotten lost in the romance of ‘The Jane Austen Book Club”. Getting lost in romances is kind of a new thing for me. Rather, my romanticism is coming back to life.

I can’t say for sure when romance lessened for me. As a teenager, I can remember getting lost in daydreams when certain songs played on the radio. I remember the warm fuzzies I would feel during certain scenes in certain movies popular back in the 80s, movies like ‘Some Kind of Wonderful’, ‘Sixteen Candles’ and ‘Pretty in Pink’. I’ll never forget the warm fuzzies my friends and I had whenever we’d see ‘Rugged Man’ during lunch at O’House, while in college. Even in my mid/late 20s, romance was alive and well.

Perhaps my romanticism waned during the early years of motherhood. Many of the ‘warm’ fuzzies of motherhood consisted of freshly expressed spit-up or a leaky diaper, not exactly the most romantic. Regardless of the why or when, romanticism had taken a back seat in my life these past several years. I’d try to get lost in a novel or movie, only to find sleep overtaking me instead of warm fuzzies.

Recently, I tried to catch the Twilight wave, stepping into the world of Bella and Edward. I enjoyed the three books I read, and I had several tingling moments while reading the books. But the movies? Meh. I am hoping Eclipse will prove more, um, stimulating. Nonetheless, based on the feelings and fuzzies I had during the movies this past Friday, my romanticism seems to be awakening again.

I have spent much of the weekend, searching for my next romantic novel to read and romantic movie to watch. In fact, I look forward to watching a movie with Rob tonight. And, there are benefits to my newly wakened sense of romance and feelings of warm fuzzies. Who knows, Rob may get lucky tonight.