A friend, 39, has had a double mastectomy and will start chemotherapy in two weeks. Her journey has brought me back to mine. This morning I was writing to her about hats and wigs. Hair keeps the head warm. It's cold without hair, and it's cold in SF so hats will be important. I didn't find wigs so comfortable so rarely wore them. I am suggesting that she get her long hair cut to prepare herself for it falling out. Mine was cut, then, shaved. I sit with all that. It is so long ago, and sometimes I think I've forgotten, and other times, like this gray wrap of a morning, I remember, and feel compassion for the woman I was, and what that experience still means to me.
It is a weekend to remember, remember and give thanks for others, remember and give thanks to ourselves. Each of us has given and received in our own ways.
I'm catching up on reading. From The Atlantic magazine comes a question: What was the worst prediction of all time? I offer two, the second most related to the honoring of this three days, though the power of the first may be what leads to more sacrifice and death.
Darryl Zannuck, co-founder of 20th Century Fox in 1946: "Television won't be able to hold on to any market it captures after the first six months. People will soon get tired of staring at a plywood box every night."
Vice President Dick Cheney, March 16, 2003 about the U.S. invasion of Iraq: "My belief is we will, in fact be greeted as liberators." "I think it'll go relatively quickly - weeks rather than months."
And so, this weekend, we honor those who've been wounded and those who have died as we sit with connection, mortality, service, and sacrifice.