So long Pinky Pie but not & Me
Posted June 21, 2012on:
Is this the swan song for Pinky Pie? I hope so and it all came about because of a broken pink mug.
My daughter called me to tell me a story about the mug, which she bought in La Crosse the day they brought me home from the hospital. She drank coffee from it every day at work. When she moved from one school district to another last year, she said it was the most important thing to take with her.
This pink breast cancer mug was almost like a talisman against evil–which in this case would be cancer coming back. If she stopped drinking from it, would my cancer come back?
This morning she told me that she was profoundly sad to see it absolutely unfixable after she dropped it.
She searched unsuccessfully for an exact replacement but could not find one. It was then when our rabbi in La Crosse happened to call her. Saul Prombaum is a friend beyond his rabbi-a-hood.
Maggie described how sad she was about what happened. He told her it was a good thing. A mother breaks a plate in an Orthodox Jewish wedding to symbolize the end of one chapter in life and the start of a new one.
Her breaking that mug, he told her, means the chapter on cancer is over.
Deal. Sign me up.
I called her back a few minutes later posing the question if this is a great way to end the Pinky Pie blog. She agreed it is.
So the fat lady is singing (and not just mouthing the words).
I don’t mean the person known as Pinky Pie. Instead, I’m referring to this blog that I began after my breast cancer diagnosis in 2009. I named it Pinky Pie because that is what my mommy called me when I was little when she dressed me in tons of pink.
I became very sick of pink, but once I was diagnosed with breast cancer, I figured I had become BIG Pinky Pie. Pink came back and then went away again when I was overwhelmed with pink-atude.
The blog gave me something positive to do with my energies during the dog days of recovering from mastectomies, waiting for chemotherapy to start, chemotherapy, radiation and the aftermath of the treatment.
I shared stories, emotions and tried to be entertaining, a.k.a. the funniest cancer patient you will meet, although I also have written about poignant experiences, the scary and sad stuff as well. It helped me think and absorb what was happening to me.
Through it, I formed a philosophy about life after cancer: you can’t let a disease define you. I don’t know if my cancer will return, but I sure don’t want to spend whatever time I have left in fear, rolled up in the fetal position. That would squander my life.
In the last year or so, this blog has been where I wrote my political stuff. To put it simply, politics in our state have become another cancer that I don’t care to repeat.
Pinkie Pie, good-by. Please don’t make me bring you back.
I‘m not done blogging, however. Want to learn about what I think about this and that? Go to my Lessons From Life blog at susanhessel.wordpress.com. I have been waxing poetic about my personal history work, including my and my family’s personal history there for a while. It is all about the importance of storytelling.
So here’s to good health for you and me. Thank you for your support for Pinky Pie, both the character and the blog.
And let me just say that if cancer reared its ugly side again, it won’t be because Maggie broke her pink mug. I don’t believe in magical thinking like that.
But, Maggie, I prefer you don’t step on any cracks. I don’t want to take any risks.