Cancer: Embracing Your Twist of Fate

Communicating as we do from time to time via Facebook, catching up on the trivial, arcane and sometimes the trials/tribulations of life as we live it, has continuously bound Wendy and I together although separated by countries and borders. Borders never existed between us. If we didn’t reach out or “touch in” within a block of months, as soon as we emailed, our dialogue was as fresh and provocative as the first time we met, as most of my experiences have been with Wendy. I had only seen Wendy one time in the last seven years since moving to San Miguel de Allende and that was for my 20-year-high-school reunion. We ate Sushi together with Kenneth of course and I introduced them to my novio at the time, Greg, outside of my social obligations. Kenneth and Wendy seemed to have it all as a partnership: their graphic-design/paper printing business in which each one literally fed off one another’s talents and energies. Their modern townhouse, which incorporated Wendy’s latest artwork and of course the penchant Kenneth and she had for decorating and design. Their relationship was a match made in heaven and the fact that they stayed together for such a long time without inviting a judge or court into the matter was proof that “open relationships” of a different nature anchored in true admiration, love and one’s life purpose could be measured by time after all. I flew away knowing she was in her prime and was maximizing life and her opportunities: winning scholarships, grants and numerous art awards, exhibiting her Quirky’s and paintings in museums and art galleries galore, which kept her forever creating in that surreal mind of hers. I have never worried about Wendy, I feel it has always been the other way around in our relationship, but this is her story not mine.

Up until now….. Dominique Sachse, Ch. 2 News stellar-celebrity- anchor and long-time- friend since elementary school, (we even dressed the same in our Wiggle jeans with satin lips on the pockets) announced her wedding plans for the week of May 17-20th; a media frenzy and extravaganza taking place in the city where I could visit and stay with Wendyloo! I was delighted that I could finally pay homage to Domi and Wendy during the same trip and so I reached out to Wendy on FB and suddenly learned that my possibility to see Wendy as she once was, was now a fleeting chance if her prognosis on Monday was what we all hoped it wouldn’t be. Let me explain. Without knowing anything about Wendy’s last 3-6 month bout of flu-like symptoms, coupled with dizziness and nausea (deemed Vertigo by doctors at an ENT clinic,) or her sudden inability to drive her mini-Cooper because of peripheral vision loss and lack of ability to remember simple routes and her more than noticeable “spacey spells,” Kenneth and she decided to check into the Methodist hospital to make sure everything was all right. Some routine tests this time and I assume they thought they could leave with the meds and results in hand but NO!….. The last time we briefed one another had been on the 16th of April, and then a mere two days later here’s what I receive…….