My dad was here this weekend and brought out my favorite pickled green
tomatoes from his garden. It’s an 800 mile drive from Oklahoma and I feel loved by the effort.
He hasn’t seen me since last year and I was worse but I had all my hair.
I went to the farmers market without my wig on Saturday morning and you know what?
It didn’t feel weird at all! The hardest part was the first step outside my front door, after that I never thought about it again.
Having my dad and my husband stroll beside me helped but it got me thinking about courage.
Who has it and why.
It does take courage to walk out the door bald, without a hat, without a scarf, without a wig.
How about the person that has to take off their prosthetic limb?
Or the woman that to love and trust again, has to remove all her psychological armor after being raped or beaten or both?
How do you pack up all the baby things when you know the pregnancy is never going to happen?
Or the stolen child that will never come home.
We see people who are hurting everyday in every way.
Why doesn’t society celebrate courage like we do celebrity?
Our egos make us think that being bald is weak and ugly.
Scars make us feeble and broken, damaged goods beyond repair.
That is such crap!
It takes huge courage to say I’m sick.
It takes huge courage to say goodbye and hello.
It takes courage to come back and say I am better.
It takes balls to let go. It also takes them to stay.
I had a nurse in Chicago, her name was Cheryl. She was funny and loving and really made us feel educated about the upcoming procedure that would collect my stem cells. She spent time with Michael and I like she had all day.
She also went crazy for my purse! It was a beautiful black and tan bag by Mel Boteri, that we had sold from my store. She put it on, carried it around, made us laugh. Right
before we came home, we took it down to her with a thank you note.
I think we all cried.
She said it really wasn’t the bag, it was the thank you.
She was tired and not sure how she was doing in her work, she was feeling run down and the appreciation we showed stunned her.
She whirled around holding that gorgeous leather bag and smiled, ready to stay a nurse for at least a little while longer.
Last Monday, Michael and I celebrated our 8th wedding anniversary by going back to the little Italian restaurant where we met 10 years ago.
IL Locolina is owned by Giovanni and Gale.
So Michael called to explain what’s been going on with us and to book a table early so I could get in and out before the crowds came in.
It’s been three years since we’ve been there.
It was such a happy reunion.
We were hugging and laughing, all remembering the night we met and many of the subsequent dinners that have followed over the years.
We were excited to be there, to go back to a place with such happy memories.
We weren’t expecting Gale to be so touched.
They are set to have their biggest year ever.
The place is hopping seven days a week. She has been wondering, should she stay?
Are they making a difference? Should they retire?
Our visit re-inspired her. She felt our connection and knows her part in it.
It made her want to stay open and present because two more lovers might line up to meet there, and she’ll need to facilitate that.
It’s a big job.
A thankless job.
But a life changing one for us.
So, she is set to stay open for a little while longer and serve up great food and matchmake again whenever the need arises.
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