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Kryptonite

I awoke at 3am with the memory of a story told to me years ago by a caregiver at Children’s Mercy Hospital. She told me that she was sitting with a little girl who was dying of cancer. The child asked her, “Will anyone miss me?” I have a visceral reaction to this story – like Superman encountering Kryptonite - it knocks the wind out of me. When I awoke with those 4 little words in my head and the visual they created, I burst into tears. It’s late in the afternoon now and I still see that precious little soul lying in a hospital bed wondering if she will leave enough of a footprint in this world to be remembered.

Imagine being the recipient of that question………I remember cooking dinner and Heather was 4 years old. She left the kitchen and a few minutes later came clomping back in some high heels and a dress of mine. She had piled her hair on top of her head with one of my clips. She looked up at me with total vulnerability and asked, “Am I pretty?” I knew in that moment I was on sacred ground. I held her little soul in my hands. Whatever I said would have a substantial impact on how she saw herself. I told her she was beautiful inside and out.

I wonder if the oncology floors of children’s hospitals have a “Lose It” room. A hidden room that only the staff knows about, a room where you can collapse, power cry and then move on to the next child who needs you? I hope so. I’ve always wanted to be one of those lucky people who can cry and 5 minutes later, they look normal again……I look like a prize fighter for at least 12 hours – no sneaking in power cries for me!

My favorite movie is Ordinary People. Judd Hersch gave a magnificent performance as the counselor to Timothy Hutton – survivor of a boating accident in which his brother died. At one point, the counselor grabs the boy’s shoulders and says, “You’re still here and you’re alive – and that’s a good thing!” This image came into my mind as I was calming down from the 3am assault. I looked at my husband Robert and said, “You love me from your soul!” With an immense feeling of gratitude came the thought, despite all the potential pain in the world, love like you would perish if you lost the other. Give it all while you can. Let the people you love know you would miss them if they left.

Acceptance

Last Saturday I went to a department store for a professional bra fitting. I’ve never done this before. I was taken to an enormous dressing room with a three way mirror. I was left alone in that space while the certified fitter went back and forth in search of the perfect bra. As I waited for her return, I began to study myself from different angles – DO NOT DO THIS AT HOME!!! Or anywhere else for that matter. When did that wrinkle appear? Back fat???? THAT’S a new bulge………oh look, if I smile, the crow’s feet by my eyes reach down to meet the parenthesis lines around my mouth……..

I threw my old bra and shirt back on and mumbled some excuse as I dashed past the poor bra fitter. I needed some air or some plastic surgery or….or…..something. When had all this aging occurred? In my mind I’m around 28 years old. My body is 53 and boy does it show in some places. I felt a mixture of despair, shock and cold, hard facts. I walk briskly 3-4 days per week. I take Pilates twice per week and yoga once per week. I lift weights twice per week. I never diet but I eat appropriate amounts of the right kinds of foods (most of the time…). What would it take to lose those hideous folds and bulges I wondered? (Definitely the 28 year old speaking). I would have to banish fats from my diet. No more bites of Bordeaux Cherry Chip ice cream after dinner. No more Waldo Pizza after church. No more peanut butter. No more occasional Walnut Danish at the coffee house. I would also have to ramp up the cardio to 6-7 days per week…….

Slowly but powerfully a voice rose up inside, “No! I am NOT willing to do that!” I love food and I am not willing to sacrifice things I love to eat at the alter of the Body God!” Oh yes, I know the Body God well. Like most young girls in American society I heard, read and saw the subtle and not so subtle messages encouraging me to worship. It was clear that my worth was very intertwined with the size and shape of my body. I fell on my knees and worshiped through denial of certain foods, denial of enough food and over exercise. I achieved the culturally accepted body type. Along with it came other things: anxiety (how am I going to keep this up – I’m hungry!), depression (it seems to be all about what I look like) and self flagellation (You ate more than you should have! Now you’re going to gain weight and that is unacceptable!). I think back on those years and realize that though I achieved the cultural ideal, I was miserable.

As I perused the Ralph Lauren 70% off sale racks I realized that I had entered into middle age physically. How was I going to respond? None of my old tactics were appropriate now……..as I tried on a pair of white jeans it occurre d to me that now, in my 50’s it was more about significance than looks. What was in my heart and soul (both ageless, by the way) and how I expressed it and shared it with the world. I have written a book. I have been a keynote speaker and facilitated workshops. I am a life coach helping people move toward their goals. These are the things that need to be seen and appreciated now. As I left the store with those Ralph Laurens in tow I imagined arriving in them at my niece’s high school graduation party. They looked great on me! Maybe I’ll stop at the coffee house for one of those walnut danishes on my way home.

Detective Lymphobe

Wednesday, 3/31/10, was the 9th death anniversary of my beloved Heather. While looking through a box of memories I came across a story she had written while battling cancer. She was 11 years old. This one’s for my friend, Lori Lober.

Detective Lymphobe; An Incomplete Story
By Heather Leonardi

As a business worker, I don’t do much but sit around and wait for someone to walk in the door and give me business. I work as a detective for the ITFC corp. (Incredible To Find Criminals Corporation). But that’s not how it’s always been! I used to be the best detective in Los Angeles. Everyone came to me because I always got the job done. I could figure out any case and catch any crook out there. Everyone loved me! I’d sneak into a restaurant and spy on the suspect, watching his or her every move. Then, “Whamo!”I’d jump all over them with questions. They’d be so stunned they wouldn’t know what hit ‘em. Then I slap some cuffs on ‘em and “Presto!” they’re in jail.
But then one day someone out - tricked me. I made the mistake of taking a breath before they blinked 50 times. At about 30 blinks I was starting to get a headache and thought “ah, I probably can get this one at 30!” He then turned around and bolted as fast as he could right into an old woman trying to secretly scratch her butt. He made both himself and the lady embarrassed. He then stumbled on out the door with a lump on his forehead from the old lady’s purse. I couldn’t catch him! I couldn’t bear to go back to the office without my crook. What would they say? What would the newspapers say?

I then turned on my heel and went directly to the restroom hoping nobody recognized me. I changed into my disguise for the night. A teenage girl with braids, a bandana and platform shoes. I slipped on some shades and walked out carefully to my car. I was passing a gas station when I saw a familiar lumpy head talking on a pay phone! I pulled up and walked up to him giving him the eye. Then “gotcha,” slapped the cuffs on ‘em! He pulled and tugged, trying to break free. I finally won and dragged him into the back seat tying him to the seat.
As I arrived at the office everyone was waiting! The police got the guy to his jail cell and I got my reward, $1000 from the lady who had been robbed by the crook. It ended perfectly! But somehow it got to the papers that the crook had out smarted me at first and things went downhill! Nobody called; nobody asked if I wanted any jobs. NOTHING!!!! So here I am today waiting for that one person to just ask me to solve a case or catch some crook.

There’s one particular case I remember. The one where I was to find out some info. about a new nuclear weapon for kids. I remember the exact day....

As I sat at my desk on a warm, rainy day a man in funny yellow coveralls came walking into my office and asked if I wanted to apply for a job at the moment or if I was too busy. I said, “What’s your story?” and he answered “We moved here from Sydney, Australia and built a toy factory in Kentucky. My uncle lives there and he was my only relative I knew of that wasn’t either dead or in jail! The man then scratched his beard and shifted his weight to the other side and pronounced, “We need money to pay our house bill and I know of this company here called Slink n’ Dink Toy Com. They are coming out with a new nuclear weapon for kids! I’m trying to find out info. on it so I can build something similar, but not alike so I can sell it and make enough money to pay our bill!

“I was wondering if you would be willing to go get the info. for me?” he asked. “I’m willing to pay $300 now and $300 after you’ve done the job.” “Well,” I started. “Please sir, don’t turn it down!” he cried. “My wife and children can’t even use most of our stuff now ‘cause we can’t pay the rent!”

“I guess I’ll do it.” I replied. “Now where exactly is this factory you’re talking about and what info. do you want?” I asked cautiously.

The next day I was out on the road, on my way to the Slink ‘n Dink Toy Com. As I drove down the highway, I tried to think of how I could get in. It wasn’t going to be easy!

Ode to Robert

Ode to Robert
By Jefri Franks
Valentines Day 2010

I had lost in love a couple of times, but to E-Harmony I came;

Robert’s picture appeared and suddenly, things would never be the same;

As we shared who we were through cyberspace;

Together we found a comfortable pace;

Through fears and thrills that intimacy surely makes one face!

There had always been a longing, each time always the same;

What I really wanted to find was a man with emotional game;

Someone to face life head on and never my heart to mame;

A blessing sent from Heaven above and Robert is his name;

Although those who listen might think me quite lame;

I must install Robert in the Husband Hall of Fame!

Lightness

I walked out my front door this morning to grab the paper. I found the world shrouded in fog. In my best Irish brogue I sang, “The world is shrouded in fog, the world is shrouded in fog!”

Suddenly I hear, “Good Morning!” I look through the mist and see a neighbor walking a beautiful English mastiff. I approach and pet the dog; he licks my hand in appreciation. The man says, “Well, at least it’s not snowing – you can sing about that!” We share a belly laugh, he says he’s coming back tomorrow for an encore!

I return to the kitchen with a feeling of lightness. This gets me thinking. Recent messages from my daughter are certainly in line with this word. Sometimes lightness is accompanied by that wonderful feeling called peace. Yesterday I walked dogs at the local animal shelter. At the end of my shift a pit bull mix named Auggie was curled up on the ratty old easy chair. I parked myself on the floor in front of him and began to kiss his face, his ears, and his head. Grunts of gratitude were my reward. I love the smell of short haired dogs. As I progressed to his paws – smelling of mown grass and popcorn, there it was that mystical mixture of lightness and peace. As I write this another word floats to the surface – healing.

In the second year after Heather’s death I received a message from her through a medium about our dog Katy;

“I am healing you primarily through Katy. Whenever you feel sad, touch her and tell her how you feel. She not only senses your pain – she understands it completely.”

I have always believed that animals – dogs in my case, are very intuitive and intelligent. If you take the time to look in their eyes you can see the depth of their beings. I spent many years working for physical rehabilitation units in hospitals. Every one of them had trained dogs who would visit the patients. I can definitely attest to their healing power with the patients.

Dogs are also being used in the aftermath of crisis situations – school shootings, the bombing of the world trade center. People find it easier to cuddle up to a loving dog and cry, than a human counselor sometimes. What a wonderful pairing of trained dogs and humans. This endeavor is definitely in my future. Perhaps in my 60’s my dog and I will travel to crisis situations with her in the lead and me as backup.

I think lightness, peace and healing should be a part of our everyday existence. They are found in simple, easy things; that sparkly bracelet that catches your eye and gives you that little lift in your chest – buy it! A hug from your favorite person, a good belly laugh. Let’s open our eyes and our hearts and see what’s right in front of us in endless supply!