Hi everyone!
Today is a sobering post. I responded to the call on Michael de Gesu's blog to write a cancer story to be included in an anthology. All sales will benefit blogger Melissa Bradley's fight, as with losing her job and undergoing chemotherapy, the cost of staying alive is sky high. She needs our help. There is also a medical fund to help raise money for the expensive treatment. Go here if you feel you could spare a few dollars for Melissa.
Melissa is fighting cancer with a very upbeat spirit, a heavy dose of sass. I admire that as I follow her journey on facebook. Now, Michael and Melissa would prefer funny stories, and I tried, but funny and cancer is like an oxymoron to me. We have the choice to be inspirational and uplifting too, so I think my story fits somewhere around there.
The story came to me as I lay in bed thinking about Melissa, then thinking about all the lights in the house for our various electronics. That got me started...and I always like to write about the beach. With a bit more time I may have polished this to say exactly what I wanted it to say about the beach/thunderstorms/journey, and I know it doesn't quite. However, I hope it's entertaining and fits the bill for the cancer anthology.
Perhaps you could suggest ways I could improve it for the anthology. I'd love that.
Sitting up in bed, Ellie clutched her hands over her heart,
pushing it back into her chest. Each clap felt like the judgment of an angry
God. But she was the one who was angry. At God. And scared. Her own ragged
breaths, in and out, in and out. She leant forward and smothered her face in
the pillow beside her.
Between lightning flashes, her room was as black as the
inside of a cave, especially when she squeezed her eyes shut. The fear on her
tongue was a metallic fluid, killing her drop by drop.
Please click on the links here, on on the badge in my sidebar for other cancer stories. Monday 15th is well underway in Australia, so you may have to wait until tomorrow for most of the posts.
Thank you for reading my story. Please consider posting a story if you can manage it. I'm sure the anthology will take some time to be collated.
And any suggestions for improvement, I'm open.
Today is a sobering post. I responded to the call on Michael de Gesu's blog to write a cancer story to be included in an anthology. All sales will benefit blogger Melissa Bradley's fight, as with losing her job and undergoing chemotherapy, the cost of staying alive is sky high. She needs our help. There is also a medical fund to help raise money for the expensive treatment. Go here if you feel you could spare a few dollars for Melissa.
Melissa is fighting cancer with a very upbeat spirit, a heavy dose of sass. I admire that as I follow her journey on facebook. Now, Michael and Melissa would prefer funny stories, and I tried, but funny and cancer is like an oxymoron to me. We have the choice to be inspirational and uplifting too, so I think my story fits somewhere around there.
The story came to me as I lay in bed thinking about Melissa, then thinking about all the lights in the house for our various electronics. That got me started...and I always like to write about the beach. With a bit more time I may have polished this to say exactly what I wanted it to say about the beach/thunderstorms/journey, and I know it doesn't quite. However, I hope it's entertaining and fits the bill for the cancer anthology.
Perhaps you could suggest ways I could improve it for the anthology. I'd love that.
AFTER THE
STORM
That night, a thunderstorm struck.
Thunderstorms were her biggest nightmare. Or her second
biggest. Her biggest was losing Steve. But…how could all that power in the
heavens not strike her little home, sending what was left of her shattering to
the four winds?
The wind moaned, rattling her windows, driving sheets of
rain against the glass. A bolt of yellow struck the old wreck near the beach,
sending sparks to the heavens. Would she be next?
Night turned to day with another humongous flash. Outside, the waves crashed again and again, eating hungrily at the
rocky headland. Tomorrow the beach would be different. The dunes would be
pushed back. The torn grasses and broken branches would be floating adrift on
the tide.
Everything looked different in the morning.
What a night!
There was a time when Steve held her. With his strong arms
around her, she always felt safe. But now the terror was hers to deal with
alone. Steve was gone. Two years ago today. She should have died with him. Anything
but being left alone here by the beach, in a house that could topple into the
water with the next gigantic wave, just like she wanted to topple out of her life…
Was this all that remained of her life? Cringing in her bed, paralyzed by fear, alone?
She opened her eyes. No.
It wasn’t pitch black. There were flickering lights throughout her room—the white light from her modem in the corner, her mobile phone flashing messages in
blue pinpoints of light, her laptop showing green, fully charged—comforting
her, showing her that life goes on. She wasn’t completely
disconnected.
Staring at the flashing lights, it brought Steve’s hospital
room into full focus, and the terror threatened to overwhelm her again as it did that night. The machines beeped, the lights flashed, the green
figures showed what was happening, until, finally, there was just a long green
flat line…
They dragged her away in the end. They didn’t understand
that she couldn’t leave Steve there, all alone. Doctors, nurses, social
workers—all tried to reason with her, but who could reason with someone
who had lost her reason for living? She couldn’t take it; she’d died with Steve, just like she’d lived with him. Twenty
years together. That’s a lot of years to get over.
Another thunderclap sent her darting under the covers. She held
the sheet over her head and prayed. Please
God, take away my fears…of thunderstorms, of being alone, of unbelief. Forgive
me for thinking You didn’t make me strong enough to go on. I will go on.
Starting now.
Maybe her beach house would fall onto its knees into the
water, but that was out of her control, like Steve’s cancer. Maybe she’d have
to move away, start a new life…whatever. She would if she had to. Steve would have wanted
that. He’d whispered to her before he left her: ‘Wipe away those tears. Don’t let
cancer claim us both.’
Her phone beeped. She checked the messages. Several, all
from the same person, Tom, the coastguard who lived in the next cottage:
YOU OKAY?
She messaged back:
I WILL BE.
I have no feedback, Denise, because you've captured how I felt when hubs had his heart attack. All of a sudden, you feel so alone. . . But I couldn't panic, I had to drive to the hospital where the ambulance had taken him. It helped me focus.
ReplyDeleteI couldn't come up with any cancer story at all, just too stressed because of my own problems. I'm sure the anthology will be a great success, and I will hope for an upturn in Melissa's recovery.
I'm often thinking of you and your hubs D.G. I hope the recovery is ongoing and that you're finding ways to work with the stress.
DeleteWhile I can't imagine the horror of losing someone I loved, of losing my wife, I think you nailed it with the urge to die with them.
ReplyDeleteI do like that there was a ray of hope at the end.
Yes Alex, I don't like to imagine it happening, but it must one day. As D.G. says, you just have to get through it.
DeleteThanks for letting us know.
ReplyDeleteI'd like to help by contributing.
That's wonderful Julia.
DeleteMy wife is a caregiver. We often see on go, then the other a few short months later.
ReplyDeleteYes, I've heard this. Recently I saw on tv that it is something to do with high blood pressure and stress which really means we can die of a broken heart.
DeleteA fine post and story. Sometimes when the knife of cancer kills there is precious little comfort except in the memory of a life well-lived. Each of us comes with a shelf-life that is unknown but only certain in that one day the shelf will be cleared of our presence. It is a cold world. It is our job to light fires as long as we are in it. My Stetson's off to you on a job well done.
ReplyDeleteI like the idea of lighting fires on this earth Roland. Thanks.
DeleteYou story says what a lot of people think after losing a partner but can't articulate. I'm glad there is somebody else who is looking out for her, maybe it will advance into something more at a later stage.
ReplyDeleteThanks Sally. i hope it does eventuate.
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ReplyDeleteGreat tonic for a Monday morning, Denise. There's always someone out there who's having a tougher time. Helps to put things in perspective. I love her determination at the end of the story. Hope the anthology raises lots of money for Melissa's treatment, and the medical fund too.
ReplyDeleteThere is, Adura. I too hope enough is raised to help Melissa.
DeleteVery awesome story, Denise. I really enjoyed it and can relate so much after losing my husband this year. You really captured some of the feelings. And it's for such a great cause.
ReplyDeleteIt must have been very raw for you Natalie. I hope it's getting a little better.
DeleteSO beautifully done and it's for such a great cause. Thank you Denise :)
ReplyDeleteThanks Keith.
DeleteWhat a lovely story, Denise. You've captured the roller coaster of emotions a person goes through when cancer claims a loved one's life. Thank you.
ReplyDeleteElizabeth Hein - Scribbling in the Storage Room
Thanks for coming by Elizabeth. And for your kind comments.
DeleteA very moving and emotional story. Well done.
ReplyDeleteThanks Nick.
DeleteSo beautiful, the hope you left us with. Thank you!
ReplyDeleteJust a glimmer of hope...
DeleteThis was beautiful, Denise. Sad and heartjerking, but with hope at the end. Very nice.
ReplyDeleteThanks Hart.
DeleteWhat a beautiful story, Denise. It really tugs at the heartstrings.
ReplyDeleteLove the mixture of poignancy...frustration...hope...
I'm glad Michelle.
DeleteHi, Denise...
ReplyDeleteThank you for this wonderful story! It will be a beautiful part of the anthology!
Each new piece you write gets stronger and stronger. We both have come such a long way in our writing....
As for me... nothing needs improving.
Thanks for your thoughtful, kind words Michael.
DeleteWhat a piece! It was so full of emotion that I had to hold back tears. But I like the hope you gave us at the end. Thanks for sharing!
ReplyDeleteWe all need hope Chrys. Thanks.
DeleteYou did a beautiful job of capturing the emotions that must go along with losing someone you love. Not wanting to live without my dad was the very first sentiment my mom expressed when we found out he was sick. But sometimes we need a lightning storm to remind us of all the other things we have to live for.
ReplyDeleteYou said it so well Nicki. Thank you.
DeleteBeautiful story, Denise. You've captured both the void of loss that can never be filled and nascent hope struggling to break free. Life goes on —changed though it may be—and we owe it to both ourselves and those we've lost to live it.
ReplyDeleteVR Barkowski
Thank you VR. Life does go on, as hard as it may be.
DeleteSuch a beautiful story, Denise. Thank you so very much for participating. Huge Hugs!!
ReplyDeleteThank you for popping by Melissa. It was my pleasure. Hope you are getting some of your energy back after the chemo.
DeleteThat's a great story, Denise. Wonderful descriptions of both her surroundings and her anxieties. And I love the ending.
ReplyDeleteYes, that ending sort of takes a lot of the depression out of it I think. I hope she has a HEA.
DeleteHeartwarming story Denise! I loved the play of emotions, love and loss, and how both gives us so much joy and sadness at the same time.
ReplyDeleteYes they do Anne. Lovely to see you again.
DeleteI really like this story, Denise. I'm glad Melissa likes it, too.
ReplyDeleteThat's an awesome story with a spectacular ending!
ReplyDeleteA different take on The Big C Hop. I like the last line!
ReplyDeleteGreat character arc there. I love that there was someone checking on her, she just had to open her eyes to the fact. So reflective of life.
ReplyDeleteThanks for seeing that Crystal.
DeleteAmazing story packed into a tight space, Denise!
ReplyDeleteLoved the heart-warming story Denise.
ReplyDeletea very real story. I could feel the thunder and the loneliness. Cancer can and is devastating to everyone in the vicinity, like a thunderstorm, but everything does look different in the morning.
ReplyDeleteI tried to get that message across.
DeleteThis is a well written story, Denise. I like the flicker of hope in the end. If Ellie lives on, Steve will too. I believe this is the only way of thinking that would help someone go on after a great loss.
ReplyDeleteI wish Melissa all the best with all my heart.
Thanks Vesper, that's lovely.
DeleteExcellent story. I liked how the lights in the darkness reminded her of both the loss and the future hope. Great depth and complexity.
ReplyDeleteThanks for your kind words Tyrean.
DeleteTesting a new blog address for Donna Hole. Not sure it is working like I want. I'm so lost here. Liked your story partner :)
ReplyDelete......dhole
Loved that you visited me wearing your new clothes.:)
DeleteHi Denise - sorry I'm very late getting here ... I can feel the storms and know the sands, the dunes, the wave destruction ... I can feel her loss, but feel the storm is sweeping away the dark two years and perhaps a new light is nearby ...
ReplyDeleteGreat story for Melissa's anthology ... cheers Hilary
I enjoyed your entry too Hilary.
DeleteVery well done, Denise. You had me tearing up at the part her husband told her not to let cancer claim them both.
ReplyDeleteYes, I've heard that used and it sticks in my head.
DeleteThat was beautiful, Denise. I love all the support for Melissa. It's such an honor to be among such good, caring people.
ReplyDeleteIt has been wonderful to see Pk.
DeleteAww, I'm so glad the scene ended on a hopeful note! Love that line about her pushing her heart back in her chest.
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