The following was Sarah Kaplan’s last blog post before she left her home, to fly to a city where the medicine was better — the technology, the experience — for treating her illness. She was prepared for 120 days, of preparation, then bone-marrow transplant, then recuperation. Then back home. Her partner, Nikki, was with her, and so were her sisters. I “met” most of them, either here or at their blog, Sarah’s Wacky, Loving Family.
I learned today that Sarah died yesterday. When her sister, Shoshie, posted that yesterday was “the beginning of the end,” I misunderstood. I thought it meant that Sarah was dying; that the end was approaching. To swlf, it meant that the end had already begun. I am sort of glad I misunderstood, took that time to grow accustomed to the idea. And even as I write that, I realize how absurd it is. I’m not one bit accustomed to the idea. I’m quite numb.
Sarah popped in here not long ago, and as soon as I read her comment, I had to go and “meet” her. I “bloved” her immediately. She is smart, and funny and kind; my kind of blogfriend. Then I visited what I came to call the “sisters’ blog,” and I bloved them, too. If you didn’t go and read what Sarah wrote, and what Nikki and the sisters wrote, oh gosh, you should. So much love, and hope, and frustration, and beauty. So much of what makes us human, in the best sense of the word. I am blessed for having met them; you will be too, even now.
Isn’t it curious how “close” we get, how much we like someone we’ve never met? And how much we miss them when they’re not there; even though they were never really “there” in a literal sense. I’ve had this conversation before, with other blogfriends. Some of us answered that MIT blog survey, and had to say whether the blogs we read are written by “friends” or “acquaintances,” or others. Can someone be your friend if you’ve never met them, and in all likelihood never will? What is it that makes someone a friend? Before I started blogging, I would have been highly suspicious of claims that people you’ve never met are “friends.” Now I know better.
Here’s Sarah’s last post. The title made me laugh then. It makes me smile, now. She’s still smart and funny and kind:
Thursday, July 14
Elvis has left the building
Ok…I just love that phrase. While I am away
getting my breast augmentation–whoops—I am
getting a stem-cell/bone marrow transplant.
Damn good thing I remembered. I would have come
home sick as shit….but a size 44 DD…
I am not sure how reliable my dorky sister’s will
be regarding posting on their site…how much
candy I have consumed….but you can look if you
are way bored, and I mean way bored.
or Lea may post on her site
And it will on the National News if I need more
candy….RSG/Susie said they would drive that bus
Thanks from the bottom, the middle and the
top of my heart.
Eat some candy in Sarah’s honor. Or better yet, share some candy with someone.