The Show Must Go On
Newer readers of the Cootchie may not realize that theater used to be my written word, my creative outlet. From the time I was in kindergarten, I had the urge to act, and while I was never very good at it, I’ve probably performed in close to fifty productions in my life.
For now, my favorite is W;t, a Pulitzer-prize-winning play by Margaret Edson. It’s a show about a rather unlikeable woman, the preeminent scholar of the metaphysical poetry of John Donne. When she is diagnosed with stage four ovarian cancer, she finally comes to understand the meaning of “Death Be Not Proud.”
I don’t remember how many times I watched her die. How every night I stood in the wings and ran my lines and shifted my costumes and hoped for a different ending. Even though we’re all dying a little every day, it’s a hard thing to witness, Death, even when it’s all for show.
My friend Laura Thompson isn’t battling Death for show. She’s living with stage four ovarian cancer for real. Every day. She writes with candor and humility about the toll it’s taken on her, her family and her finances.
But she’s tough. She wants to live.
Part of living is being able to pay one’s bills after not working for almost a year. After chemotherapy ravages the body and dulls the brain. After a medical system designed more for profit than healing extracts its pounds and pounds of flesh.
Laura has set up a modest Go Fund Me campaign to help offset the financial toll of cancer. Please consider a random act of kindness for someone you don’t know. Donate to her cause here: http://www.gofundme.com/3yfbqg. You can visit her blog here: http://lauralynnblog.wordpress.com/2013/08/16/maybe-i-will/