It's Saturday night but I don't have a stubborn fever.
I actually had a date tonight with money-mogul Michael - that charismatic, cigar-smoking gentlemen caller I've been seeing on a semi-regular basis. Michael had called early this afternoon to say he just wasn't feeling up to it.
Ok - get your meditating minds out of the heartbreak hotel. He wasn't making excuses to dump me. Rather, I know precisely why he cancelled our night out on the town. He is terribly worried and distraught about that great, big "C" word.
Not "capital" darlings (he has plenty of that to go around). But "cancer".
I won't get into specifics quite yet. However, the compassionate side of me offered to spend the night to comfort, to cheer, to calm, and to console him before the final test results are revealed under the microscope. I could feel the agony and uncertainty in his voice. And it pained me too.
Michael described how he never slept a wink over the last 24 hours. "I just couldn't fall asleep last night Ineda," he said softly. "As much as I would like you to come over," he embraced, " I wouldn't be much company." Lovingly, I responded, "I understand Michael. But don't worry. Everything will be just fine."
Life is short. And we never know when our time has come. As such, the title of this blog not only goes out to Michael, but to Robin Gibb - a member of The Bee Gees brotherly trio whose life was taken away by cancer just a few days ago. Like Michael, he was 62.
Tributes towered from all over the globe this week. With the Queen of Disco "Donna Summer" just passing away a few days earlier, both Gibb and Summer were synonymous of the disco era that propelled their musical careers.
Who can ever forget, those Bee Gees '70s chart toppers,"How Can You Mend a Broken Heart?" and "I've Gotta Get A Message To You" sung by Robin? Then in 1977, Robin and his twin brother Maurice and older brother Barry wrote 8 songs for the soundtrack to a movie that would change their lives forever.
It was called "Saturday Night Fever" and the rest is in the musical history books. With catchy bass lines and Robin's falsetto vocals, the album sat handsomely on top of the billboard charts for half that year! And naturally, I have the original movie soundtrack - considered a classic and a staple in every record collector's repertoire.
Gibb had suffered for years from agonizing stomach pains, and in 2010 underwent surgery for a blocked intestine — the same condition which led to the death of his brother Maurice who passed in 2003. I had a blocked intestine and a bowel obstruction in 2003 (but that's another story). And people I survived.
So Michael - my love - no more worrying. Life is a blessing to be reckoned. "You Should Be Dancing!" I am "More Than A Woman." I'm "Jive Talkin'" to you because you'll be "Stayin' Alive!" Cancer can be beaten.
To life and living it,
Ineda
I actually had a date tonight with money-mogul Michael - that charismatic, cigar-smoking gentlemen caller I've been seeing on a semi-regular basis. Michael had called early this afternoon to say he just wasn't feeling up to it.
Ok - get your meditating minds out of the heartbreak hotel. He wasn't making excuses to dump me. Rather, I know precisely why he cancelled our night out on the town. He is terribly worried and distraught about that great, big "C" word.
Not "capital" darlings (he has plenty of that to go around). But "cancer".
I won't get into specifics quite yet. However, the compassionate side of me offered to spend the night to comfort, to cheer, to calm, and to console him before the final test results are revealed under the microscope. I could feel the agony and uncertainty in his voice. And it pained me too.
Michael described how he never slept a wink over the last 24 hours. "I just couldn't fall asleep last night Ineda," he said softly. "As much as I would like you to come over," he embraced, " I wouldn't be much company." Lovingly, I responded, "I understand Michael. But don't worry. Everything will be just fine."
Life is short. And we never know when our time has come. As such, the title of this blog not only goes out to Michael, but to Robin Gibb - a member of The Bee Gees brotherly trio whose life was taken away by cancer just a few days ago. Like Michael, he was 62.
Tributes towered from all over the globe this week. With the Queen of Disco "Donna Summer" just passing away a few days earlier, both Gibb and Summer were synonymous of the disco era that propelled their musical careers.
Who can ever forget, those Bee Gees '70s chart toppers,"How Can You Mend a Broken Heart?" and "I've Gotta Get A Message To You" sung by Robin? Then in 1977, Robin and his twin brother Maurice and older brother Barry wrote 8 songs for the soundtrack to a movie that would change their lives forever.
It was called "Saturday Night Fever" and the rest is in the musical history books. With catchy bass lines and Robin's falsetto vocals, the album sat handsomely on top of the billboard charts for half that year! And naturally, I have the original movie soundtrack - considered a classic and a staple in every record collector's repertoire.
Gibb had suffered for years from agonizing stomach pains, and in 2010 underwent surgery for a blocked intestine — the same condition which led to the death of his brother Maurice who passed in 2003. I had a blocked intestine and a bowel obstruction in 2003 (but that's another story). And people I survived.
So Michael - my love - no more worrying. Life is a blessing to be reckoned. "You Should Be Dancing!" I am "More Than A Woman." I'm "Jive Talkin'" to you because you'll be "Stayin' Alive!" Cancer can be beaten.
To life and living it,
Ineda
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