Susie’s Brave Journey and Boxing Gloves

Welcome to Scarlet Thread Sunday, the day I throw out a thread of something I’ve learned in the labyrinth of life.

Author Susie Lindau
Susie Lindau

Today’s labyrinth is especially tangled because a woman I don’t know well discovered that she has a disease I know too well. Fellow author Susie Lindau was diagnosed with breast cancer. On Friday, she had a double mastectomy.

Whenever I hear of someone who has breast cancer, I get a lump the size of Texas in my throat. My grandmother had breast cancer and died of a metastases fifteen years later. My mother had breast cancer and is a survivor. My best friend of several years had breast cancer that moved into her bones and died at age 39. My co-teacher at church camp one year was diagnosed with breast cancer about a month after she went home and died a few years later. My friend from college fought breast cancer a few years ago and is a survivor.

Yeah, you can see why this touches my heart so much.

Susie Lindau decided to make her cancer and her surgery public–to chronicle the experience of breast cancer treatment. After reading only a few posts, I know that this is a woman with courage, a marvelous sense of humor, and a lot of fight in her. (Not to mention that she rocks the Calendar Girls/flower pot look.) My thoughts and prayers are with Susie as she takes her brave journey.

And my thoughts are with anyone else who has faced cancer. That diagnosis is something most people dread, and the treatment can be difficult and make you feel vulnerable as people poke, prod, cut, radiate, and drug your body. It takes a good bit of bravery and oomph to get in there and fight.

My best friend kept a pair of boxing gloves given to her during her cancer journey. It was a constant reminder to her to keep that fighting mentality, to go at the cancer with every ounce of will she had. Her life was extended for years by the excellent treatment she received and her indomitable spirit. She remains an inspiration to me.

My friend’s husband gave her closest friends their own matching pair of boxing gloves. They sit on a shelf right beside my writing desk. They remind me that we are all on journeys that require us to be brave and to fight.

Everlast mini boxing gloves

Maybe my fight won’t be cancer, but I take inspiration from the likes of my grandmother, my mother, my friends, and now Susie Lindau. Ladies, you inspire me. Thanks for donning the boxing gloves and getting in the ring.

If you want to know more about Susie’s journey, you can find her here. You can also send her well wishes on Twitter with the hashtag #SusieStrong. To make a donation to The Susan G. Komen Breast Cancer Foundation, click here, or to M.D. Anderson Cancer Center (which does a lot of breast cancer research), click here.

Now, as usual on Sundays, here’s my check-in for A Round of Words in 80 Days.

ROW80 Update

  • Read 8 fiction books. Done. Reading book #9 now (The Darkening by Myndi Shafer).
  • Read one craft book: Writing Young Adult Fiction for Dummies by Deborah Halverson. Read three more chapters–halfway through.
  • Visit and comment on ROW80 blogs as a Round 2 sponsor. Done.
  • Finish writing GOOD & GUILTY, YA mysteryDone.
  • Complete first round of edits of GOOD & GUILTY. Actually I returned to my “Epic Failure” WIP (Sharing Hunter), and it’s going great with those edits. So I’m calling this a win.
  • Write one short storyFinished this week!
  • Edit two short stories–one needs a final polish, the other a full edit. Not yet.
  • Prepare for and attend DFW Conference in May.
  • Prepare for and attend Immersion Master Class with Margie Lawson in June. My preparation right now involves finishing the edit of Sharing Hunter.

How was your week? And who inspires you with their brave journey?

Related posts: Why I Walk for the Cure, Breast Cancer Team Names

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Why I Walk for the Cure

It’s Deep-Fried Friday, when I post something that I hope is juicy enough to think about with a nice crunch to it as you read. Today I’m talking again about breast cancer in honor of Breast Cancer Awareness Month.

Last Saturday, on October 1, I pinned Race #21911 onto my pink-ribboned t-shirt and walked 3.1 miles through downtown Houston and adjacent neighborhoods. I was joined by 38,000 runners and walkers, most attired in pink as well. The annual Susan G. Komen Race for the Cure has been in Houston for 20 years. I have participated for the last eight.

Here is why I walk:

My grandmother about a year before her death

My Grandmother. My grandmother was larger than life. She had an opinion about everything and shared it in no uncertain terms. In the 1920s, she graduated salutatorian from her high school, attended college (rare for women in those times), and taught in a one-room schoolhouse. Her courtship with my grandfather began as pen pals; she lived in Tennessee, and he in Florida. They met once before he proposed by letter and mailed her an engagement ring. They were married for more than 50 years.

My grandma was always curious, active, and learning. She walked everywhere – albeit as slow as a snail – and took a computer class in her 80’s because she wanted to know something about this new technology of the PC. She was diagnosed with breast cancer and had a mastectomy at age 80. A few years later, she had severe abdominal issues, and it was presumed that the breast cancer had metastasized; however, she refused to have tests to confirm that. As she explained to the doctor, “I know I’m dying, you know I’m dying, and I’m ready to go see God and Russell [her husband].” She died in January 1991 at age 86.

My Mother. My mom is great at everything. (Seriously, I’m still trying to figure out what she stinks at.) Growing up, I recall her cooking delicious meals, sewing Halloween costumes and prom dresses, doing embroidery projects that looked the same in the front and the back, having the answer to any question off the top of her head or with a bit of research (mind you, pre-internet), singing beautifully, and tinkling the ivories like a concert pianist (“Malagueña”never sounded so good!). Anything she wasn’t good at, she didn’t like doing anyway (like shopping).

Walking with my mom for the cure

My practicality and information-gathering probably come from my mom. We also share a love of music, even though I can’t begin to play the piano (Why did I quit lessons?). But Mom is best at doing what moms do: Supporting her kids. When I finally revealed that I had written a novel, the first words out of her mouth were, “It’s about time.” Really? How did she know I had it in me when I didn’t know? My mother is a breast cancer survivor and a vibrant woman in everyway. She has joined me on some of those walks, and it has been my pleasure to celebrate her.

My Best Friend. When I moved to Houston, one of my first contacts was Paula. I met her at church, and she invited my husband and me to join her, her husband, and other couples for dinner. Over time, our friendship deepened. We shared our Christian faith and a love of grammar, Barry Manilow, and profound topics. When she revealed that she had a lump in her breast, I responded that it was probably nothing. Yet she was diagnosed with aggressive breast cancer.

Our team name: Paula's Circle of Friends

The next five years were a fight for her life. Without M.D. Anderson, the support of others, and her intense desire to raise her daughter as long as possible, she would have been gone quickly. Still, a few months before her 40th birthday, she died. I was with her several hours before her death. We all miss her.

By the way, I kick myself about her obituary. I was tasked to proofread it, as Paula would have expected. It ended up reading “proceeded in death by” instead of “preceded in death by.” Good heavens, did I think there was a parade of people heading to the pearly gates? Oh well, I think she forgives me.

My Friends. I have had several other friends who have dealt with breast cancer –ladies I’ve met through college, church, Little League, church camp, and elsewhere. My heart breaks when I hear of another woman who must wonder about the fate of her breasts and, more importantly, her life. These women remain in my thoughts and prayers.

As I put one foot in front of another at the Komen Race for the Cure, I am reminded of these women. I walk in their memory and in their honor. I remember all of their beauty – even when they were breastless, hairless, or pale from chemotherapy. I know that what I do is so very small – a few blocks of traipsing – but it is a day to remember, a day to raise money for the fight, and a day to celebrate life.

What charity do you support and why? What does it mean to you? Why do you give of your time or your money?