Other times, entire conversations drop out of my brain. Poof. Like it never happened. Sometimes, they are significant bits of information. Like, for example.... hearing that someone is expecting a baby. Yesterday, I was participating in a conversation wherein the other person THOUGHT they told me something so I sat like a bobble head idiot, figuring for sure, I dropped the conversation. Found out later..... I really DIDN'T know. The people in my life need to take more care with me.... I can't add, "I thought I TOLD you already" into this already confused repertoire going on in my head.
Back to #FearlessFriends. I thought it was a tweet chat and as it turns out, I was right. Those words first appeared in a tweet by Rachel Cheetham Moro.
The other thing abt living with mets, is our worlds start to shrink. That's where fearless friends are so important. #bcsm
— CCChronicles (@ccchronicles) January 24, 2012
She owns those words. Sadly, she spoke them in the very last chat in which she participated. One week later, she was absent from the chat. In fact, her final seven "tweets" are in the screenshot at the bottom of this post. Seeing those hearts fuel me further.
Those hearts remind me. Those who can, SHOULD. I can. I should. I will. I am fearless. Even when I have "some fear." ESPECIALLY when I have "some fear." Having fear and acting anyway is the epitome of fearlessness, wouldn't you agree?
And, if I ever forget, all I need to do is look at this bracelet that came in the mail on Saturday. It was from my mom. For no reason. Because that's what moms do.
Rachel's very last tweet was asking if the Stage IV patients were finally being heard. The link she included is here. And to answer the question, I don't know if anyone is listening, but I'm not going to stop talking because I am now and I will continue to be a fierce advocate and a #FearlessFriend.