My heart hurts. My dear cousin Sarah has cancer. Again. Fucking cancer.
I know I’ve told you about her before. She’s a force of nature, a beacon of light, a…hell, she’s just plain magic.
When I was diagnosed, she was pregnant with her little miracle boy. Despite her own trials and fears at that time, she graciously walked me through her chemo days (six months of weekly drips) so that I might feel a little more prepared. She’s the visionary who gave me my mascot of Mrs Pacman. She even sent me the handmade Mrs Pacman pillow that accompanied me to each and every chemo visit.
I don’t think I’ll ever be able to convey to her just how much she helped me through that time, or just how grateful I am. I also don’t think I can convey just how much my heart aches to hear she has to face cancer again.
She’s the kind of woman that would be so easy to hate. She’s stunningly beautiful — thick blonde hair, piercing eyes, gracefully eyebrows, a smile that could instantly melt the polar ice caps. She’s smart ass a whip, with a wit to match. Her laugh makes you giggle, even if the joke is on you.
That being said, I triple-dog-dare you to spend more than fifteen minutes with the woman and not fall madly in love with her. TripleDogDareYa.
My favorite part about Sarah? It’s those arms. She makes Michelle Obama look like a flabby mess. I’m always mesmerized by her grace as she absentmindedly raises her arm to pull her thick bangs to the side and tuck a rope of hair behind her ear. Those arms are so strong, so supple, so powerful — and they’re always moving. Either she’s reaching out to help with your bags, wrapping them around your body in a welcoming embrace, or thrown high in the air in a physical expression of joy.
And when she tosses one of those arms around your shoulder, either in camaraderie or consolation, you can’t help but notice the intense heat that radiates from her body and into yours. And your heart beats a little stronger, your brain feels a little clearer, your smile comes a little easier. She’s magic, pure and simple.
She’s also an incredibly private person and she will most definitely hate that I wrote this. But if I learned one thing from cancer…well it’s that drugs are good. But if I learned two things, the second is how to be selfish. And that’s what this is — me being selfish. Because magic people like Sarah should have all the support in the world and I don’t know how to help her other than thinking of her, celebrating her, and asking you to do the same.
I love you, Sarita. Mrs Pacman is on her way. Say the word, and I will be, too.