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“Pinktober”

Published October 5, 2016 by lynn k scott

October is once again upon us.  While everything pumpkin is back, which I LOVE, I’m sure you’ve noticed all the pink that has suddenly taken over the internet and stores.

October is Breast Cancer Awareness month.  It’s nice that a horrible cancer is being acknowledged.  However, in this awesome capitalistic society we live in, the vultures circle and wait for this month to arrive.

I often tell people, “think before you pink”.  What’s that mean?  It means, with everyone jumping on the pink bandwagon, they do so more for increased sales and profits than they do for donations to cancer research and support of those who are fighting their battles with cancer.

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I encourage everyone to look into the organizations and stores that have pink items for sale and promise to make donations if those items are purchased.  Do they take in hundreds of thousands of dollars?  Does 10% or more go to breast cancer victims and/or research?   Or do they rely on pulling on heart stings to loosen purse strings in order to pad their pockets and give a very minimal amount.

I won’t name names, but check out some of the organizations sponsor walks to raise funds in the name of patients and research.  See how much their CEOs are making.  See what actual percentage are being donated versus how much is being paid to overhead costs.  I’m sure if you haven’t done it already, you’ll be quite dismayed at the misappropriation of funds that occurs, based on the color pink, in the name of breast cancer.

For me, October isn’t the only day I think about breast cancer.  It’s a thought that I live with daily.  I will never forget what breast cancer has stolen from me.  The hurt and pain it’s caused.

frontIf you’re so inclined, please feel free to share this blog post so others may think before they choose to pink.

I invite you stop by the KathiCaresProgram page and follow the our progress in giving back to local cancer patients.

 

Goodbye, Calvin

Published January 12, 2016 by lynn k scott

My sister and I loved Calvin and Hobbes when we were growing up.  I think my sister could relate to him a bit more because she could have been the female version of this unique, trouble-finding, imaginative, creative child.  I know she had my mother at her wits-end more times than I could count.

Every time I read the following Calvin story, I my eyes seem to leak.  It’s too personal, I suppose.  Calvin grew up and left just like my sister did.  The care-free days of childhood antics behind us when we became adults.  I, like Hobbes, was able to say one final good-bye.

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“Calvin? Calvin, sweetheart?”
In the darkness Calvin heard the sound of Susie, his wife of fifty-three years. Calvin struggled to open his eyes. God, he was so tired and it took so much strength. Slowly, light replaced the darkness, and soon vision followed. At the foot of his bed stood his wife. Calvin wet his dry lips and spoke hoarsely, “Did… did you…. find him?”
“Yes dear,” Susie said smiling sadly, “He was in the attic.”
Susie reached into her big purse and brought out a soft, old, orange tiger doll. Calvin could not help but laugh. It had been so long. Too long.
“I washed him for you,” Susie said, her voice cracking a little as she laid the stuffed tiger next to her husband.
“Thank you, Susie.” Calvin said.
A few moments passed as Calvin just laid on his hospital bed, his head turned to the side, staring at the old toy with nostalgia.
“Dear,” Calvin said finally. “Would you mind leaving me alone with Hobbes for a while? I would like to catch up with him.”
“All right,” Susie said. “I’ll get something to eat in the cafeteria. I’ll be back soon.”
Susie kissed her husband on the forehead and turned to leave. With sudden but gentle strength Calvin stopped her. Lovingly he pulled his wife in and gave her a passionate kiss on the lips. “I love you,” he said.
“And I love you,” said Susie.
Susie turned and left. Calvin saw tears streaming from her face as she went out the door.
Calvin then turned to face his oldest and dearest friend. “Hello Hobbes. It’s been a long time hasn’t it old pal?”
Hobbes was no longer a stuffed doll but the big furry old tiger Calvin had always remembered. “It sure has, Calvin.” said Hobbes.
“You… haven’t changed a bit.” Calvin smiled.
“You’ve changed a lot.” Hobbes said sadly.
Calvin laughed, “Really? I haven’t noticed at all.”
There was a long pause. The sound of a clock ticking away the seconds rang throughout the sterile hospital room.
“So… you married Susie Derkins.” Hobbes said, finally smiling. “I knew you always like her.”
“Shut up!” Calvin said, his smile bigger than ever.
“Tell me everything I missed. I’d love to hear what you’ve been up to!” Hobbes said, excited.
And so Calvin told him everything. He told him about how he and Susie fell in love in high school and had married after graduating from college, about his three kids and four grandkids, how he turned Spaceman Spiff into one of the most popular sci-fi novels of the decade, and so on. After he told Hobbes all this there was another pregnant pause.
“You know… I visited you in the attic a bunch of times.” Calvin said.
“I know.”
“But I couldn’t see you. All I saw was a stuffed animal.” Calvin voice was breaking and tears of regret started welling up in his eyes.
“You grew up old buddy.” said Hobbes.
Calvin broke down and sobbed, hugging his best friend. “I’m so sorry! I’m so sorry I broke my promise! I promised I wouldn’t grow up and that we’d be together forever!!”
Hobbes stroke the Calvin’s hair, or what little was left of it. “But you didn’t.”
“What do you mean?”
“We were always together… in our dreams.”
“We were?”
“We were.”
“Hobbes?”
“Yeah, old buddy?”
“I’m so glad I got to see you like this… one last time…”
“Me too, Calvin. Me too.”
“Sweetheart?” Susie voice came from outside the door.
“Yes dear?” Calvin replied.
“Can I come in?” Susie asked.
“Just a minute.”
Calvin turned to face Hobbes one last time. “Goodbye Hobbes. Thanks… for everything…”
“No, thank you Calvin.” Hobbes said.
Calvin turned back to the door and said, “You can come in now.”
Susie came in and said, “Look who’s come to visit you.”
Calvin’s children and grandchildren followed Susie into Calvin’s room. The youngest grandchild ran past the rest of them and hugged Calvin in a hard, excited hug. “Grandpa!!” screamed the child in delight.
“Francis!” cried Calvin’s daughter, “Be gentle with your grandfather.”
Calvin’s daughter turned to her dad. “I’m sorry, Daddy. Francis never seems to behave these days. He just runs around making a mess and coming up with strange stories.”
Calvin laughed and said, “Well now! That sound just like me when I was his age.”
Calvin and his family chatted some more until a nurse said, “Sorry, but visiting hours are almost up.”
Calvin’s beloved family said good bye and promised to visit tommorrow. As they turned to leave Calvin said, “Francis. Come here for a second.”
Francis came over to his grandfather’s side, “What is it Gramps?”
Calvin reached over to the stuffed tiger on his bedside and and held him out shakily to his grandson, who looked exactly as he did so many years ago. “This is Hobbes. He was my best friend when I was your age. I want you to have him.”
“He’s just a stuffed tiger.” Francis said, eyebrows raised.
Calvin laughed, “Well, let me tell you a secret.”
Francis leaned closer to Calvin. Calvin whispered, “If you catch him in a tiger trap using a tuna sandwich as bait he will turn into a real tiger.”
Francis gasped in delighted awe. Calvin continued, “Not only that he will be your best friend forever.”
“Wow! Thanks grandpa!” Francis said, hugging his grandpa tightly again.
“Francis! We need to go now!” Calvin’s daughter called.
“Okay!” Francis shouted back.
“Take good care of him.” Calvin said.
“I will.” Francis said before running off after the rest of the family.
Calvin laid on his back and stared at the ceiling. The time to go was close. He could feel it in his soul. Calvin tried to remember a quote he read in a book once. It said something about death being the next great adventure or something like that. He eyelids grew heavy and his breathing slowed. As he went deeper into his final sleep he heard Hobbes, as if he was right next to him at his bedside. “I’ll take care of him, Calvin…”
Calvin took his first step toward one more adventure and breathed his last with a grin on his face.

{originally found on Reddit and was posted by samuraitiger19}

Song: Belleau Wood

Published December 3, 2015 by lynn k scott

I credit my sister for introducing me to the singing of Garth Brooks.  While the introduction started, with “Papa Loves Mama”, my appreciation and enjoyment of Garth’s music has grown substantially over the years.  I admit, I wasn’t always a country fan, but there are a lot of good songs out there.

This time three years ago, my sister asked me to post this song to her Facebook account.  She was in the hospital and having trouble posting it. It was a job I did for her when her illness prevented her from doing so.

I had never heard the song “Belleau Wood” by Garth Brooks.  It’s still hard to listen to it, without getting misty-eyed, because it’s such a reminder of my sister, her unwaivering love for our military and our bond.  Every year, I listen to this song, just like I would “Silent Night” or any other Christmas song.

The song recounts a Christmas truce in 1914.  Some will argue its validity. Regardless of whether the truce actually took place, it’s something to believe in.  That our enemies aren’t as different as we’d like to believe.   That we share a commonality with our fellow man.  There was temporarily “peace on Earth”; more precisely in Belleau Wood.

A Stroke In Time

Published November 22, 2015 by lynn k scott

I considered myself honored to be friends with professional artist, Dan Angeles, who allows the opportunity to see some of his work before they are publicly unveiled at an art exhibit.  One reason I cherish this privilege is because this was something my sister, Kathi, used to do.  After she passed, Dan allowed me the opportunity of these special previews.

I can hardly begin to express my admiration when I view these pieces.  I have yet to find any of his work not to my liking.  In every new exhibit, there are pieces that move me to tears.  I see my past and my family in his art.  I see promise, comfort, friendship and inspiration as well.  I see a gift that will one day be the topic of discussion wherever art is being taught.

In Dan’s own words, he said about his latest work:

I compiled the new body of work into a video for you to view, if you would like. I paired my paintings with the beautiful song “Titanium” performed by Madilyn Bailey, which for me speaks to the way I constantly battle my own insecurities and doubts about my work or ideas. It also explains how I face these fears head on and overcome them. The actual work itself is all about accepting change in all of it’s many forms while growing and moving forward in life, with them. I hope that you enjoy the work and the experience of viewing it with song.

I encourage all of you to view this video.  I was very moved when I first saw it.  I will be turning 44 in just a few weeks.  I have vowed on my 50th birthday to own one of Dan’s paintings.

Dan and I often joke how we are constantly making each other cry; good tears, mind you.  We have never officially met, didn’t grow up in the same geographical area, but we have shared similarities, have uncanny ties to certain pieces of his work and we shared a love for my sister that will bind us for all times.

My goal is have to have Dan showcased in San Francisco.  Besides sharing his work, in person, on the West Coast, I would actually be able to attend his exhibit, and meet my talented friend in person.

Please feel free to share this video.  I’d love to hear your feedback after watching it.  If you would like to check out more of Dan’s work, please visit artbydangles.

 

Kathi Cares Program

Published September 25, 2015 by lynn k scott

I am officially on my way to implementing my latest veture.  If you haven’t haven’t followed along, up until now, I had come to a decision to start a new program.  I outlined it, briefly, in “A Program is Born”.

Yesterday, I created a new Facebook page, called the Kathi Cares Program.  The goal is to become a non-profit organization within two years.  I believe that will give me sufficient time to gain a following, raise the money associated with filing as a non-profit and gain a network of support to make this a reality.

My sister was always helping people.  As a teen, she would take in her friends if they had issues staying at home.  It wasn’t uncommon for my mom to have a bunch of kids at her house that weren’t hers.  When my sister became sick with breast cancer, people came out of the woodwork to help her and my family.

A local girl scout troop dropped off meals once a week, others watched her daughters while she had treatment, friends would drive her to appointments when my mother couldn’t and then there was the support from friends.

I know not everyone is lucky enough to have that type of support when they are sick.  I know the worry of making ends meet, esp. if not working because of an illness.  Government programs, while they are out there, are packaged in this brilliantly beautiful, yet strangling, red tape.

I may only be able to initially donate $100 (hopefully more) in gift cards for gas, food or buy a pre-paid Visa for household expenses, at least it will be something to put a smile on someone’s face, let them sleep a bit easier for one night or make one worry disappear, at least for a little while.  As a society, the “community” aspect is disappearing.  Growing up in a small town, I am working to bring back “being neighborly”.  It’s a shame that concept has fallen by the wayside.

As Michael Jackson once sang…

“I’m starting with the man in the mirror
I’m asking him to change his ways
And no message could have been any clearer
If you want to make the world a better place
Take a look at yourself, and then make a change”

Happy Birthday, Sis

Published August 30, 2015 by lynn k scott

Last night as I was drifting off to sleep, I reminded myself to wish my sister a Happy Birthday in the morning.  When I awoke, I had a “Hangout” (Google’s version of “chat”) message from a friend, who I originally met through my sister.

He was sweet enough to let me know he was thinking of my family today, as it’s my sister’s birthday.  I cried.  I wasn’t prepared to see that anyone else had remembered or that they would reach out to me before I mentioned it.  My sister, as much of a pain in the ass that she could be (as only her sister would know), truly touched the lives of many people.  It’s a great way to be remembered.

Her death was one of the reasons I stopped using my other Facebook page, which had a lot of military affiliations on it.  In fact, I didn’t use Facebook for several months.  It was no longer important.  Kathi was such a supporter of our vets and gave me such support while I supported active duty, it just didn’t seem right to continue on.  I couldn’t face her friends, whom I’d had become friends with.  It wasn’t the same without her; it still isn’t.

Par for the course, it just hit me how I coped today.  I couldn’t bring myself to do much of anything but sleep for the majority of this morning and afternoon. I did some chores and saw my family off for the evening. Everyone is gone from the house now, and it’s just me.  There’s not a whole lot on television tonight, so I was browsing Netflix.  I came across “Merlin”.  Sure, why not?  I’m not super into fantasy, but I’ve always liked that which surrounded Merlin and Camelot.

Cleaning up the kitchen, I smiled.  Kathi LOVED fantasy.  She was big into fairies, Lord of the Rings, Dungeons and Dragons, etc.  I’m no longer watching tv, but I am leaving the show on.  That’s our bond for tonight:  the Fantasy realm.

Happy Birthday, Sis!

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