Epilogue: A Few Words Worth Saying

Hi Friends,

First off I'd like to say Thank You so, so much for all of your heart-felt words of kindness and support... they have meant the world to me, my family, and to the rest of Lori's loyal readers who have come here for healing in this time of great pain.

I guess I felt the need to write an "Epilogue" of sorts, because in reading through the many comments left on this blog over the last few months, and also the many blog posts that others have written in response to Lori's passing, I have come to realize that there are many misconceptions about Lori's death that should probably be cleared up.

As they say, "the truth shall set you free."

Anyone who was a regular reader of Too Sexy For My Hair will have undoubtedly noticed that Lori wasn't particularly regular in her posting. She often let long months slide by before she felt a need to write anything, and while some of you have now speculated that Lori's relative blog-silence over the Summer must have been due to the fact that she was becoming progressively sicker, nothing could be farther from the truth.

If anything, Lori was feeling so high in spirits over the Summer that she actively decided to spend less time thinking (and writing) about cancer, and more time out living her life: in Lori's case that meant soaking up sun in our backyard, hours of enjoyment spent gardening and pruning, whole afternoons at the local Michael's & JoAnn's stores picking up fun stuff for the various crafts she was working on, and plenty of day trips out of town on the weekends.

In fact, up until two weeks before her passing things were looking pretty damned peachy; that was when, during a week-long trip to the ICU, I was told by no less than three doctors that Lori would never walk out of the hospital alive... obviously, they had no idea who they were talking about ;)

We did eventually get home, and Lori was in good spirits (more shopping, good food, and even gardening,) but within nine or ten days it was apparent to me that my wife's liver, which had withstood innumerable toxic attacks during five years of hard chemotherapy, simply couldn't take it any more.

Lori began to sleep more and more throughout the day and night, and finally, on the morning of October 27th, 2007, she simply slipped away. She was at home, as had been her wish, surrounded by her loved ones 24-hours a day, and of course bathed in the slobbery kisses of her three crazy dogs.

That was it. No anxiety, no fear, and no unbearable pain (except, of course, for those of us who were left behind.)

I hope this will help set a few minds at ease.

Bless you all,
--Cary
www.carymiller.net