Jun 17, 2006 14:30
Last night, I went to a play.
the play was written and performed by a girl of 19 named Lauren. I saw the play at the highschool she went to.
The stage had nine spotlights and each circle of light represented a different characteristic or role of this girl. One was her as a daughter, an actress, a dreamer, a friend, a lover, a cancer patient. the others I can't remember.
she read excerpts out of her journals
she cried 4 or 5 times, real tears. even drooled a little once.
she screamed at the top of her lungs how much pain she was in
she talked about cancer eating away at her "God Damn Bones"
she said she didn't want to ruin the ending, but she's going to die.
She re-enacted her hospital stay, the 8 month cancer treatment program, her battle with cancer, her beating it. and it's return a year later
She said she knew she couldn't beat it this time.
she talked about possible amputations to prolong her life and her refusal
she talked about her descision to be DNR (do not resesitate) if her heart stops beating while in the hospital.
she spoke of finding it hard to care for others, her romantic heart dying. she expressed sorrow of never going to be married or a mother, she would make a wonderful mother she said, and I believe her.
She was Beautiful
and truth be told, I wanted to ask her to marry me
I don't cry often. I didn't cry at either of my Grandfathers' funerals
but this, this girl brought tears to my eyes.
death couldn't rival the raw, true, live emotion of her.
after the show, I went up to her a stranger with a view into her heart and soul.
I squeezed her hand, and she said hello.
Hello Lauren
and Goodbye