An imaginary friend. Cancer. Death.
Sweet & caring, Dawn was. I never met her. I knew her via Twitter, Facebook, blogging, email - all those ephemeral vehicles, except that they aren't, they're real, my imaginary friend was real. And now she's gone, too young, too soon. I'm sorry I never met her.
These moments, such deaths, they demand something - or they feel like they demand something from me, anyway. Why? What?
- Christine - dear Flutter - stepped up and created a donation site to help Dawn's husband Mike and their boys. I sent a little something.
- Dawn's obituary asked for contributions to the Melanoma Research Foundation. I sent something there too.
- Coincidentally, on Tuesday, the day Dawn died, I learned about an American Cancer Society project called the Cancer Prevention Study-3, so I signed up to participate. You can, too, if you are between the ages of 30 and 65 and have never had cancer.
- And last but not least, I found a new dermatologist. Like Dawn said, "Check your skin people. Check your skin."
Say it with me now: Fuck Cancer.