That little voice...
You know that little voice you hear when you're making dinner, getting ready in the morning, driving in the car, etc... You know that voice, right? Sometimes it alerts us to danger, sometimes it provides us with a creative vision, and sometimes it urges us to act on something. I hope I'm not the only one who has that voice. Oprah has mentioned "the voice" before so I'm assuming I'm not alone!
Anyway, I'm here today to tell you to listen to your inner voice. I know I've been away from my blog a bit in the past week or two. I've been busy putting all my grandeous plans I made around the Holidays into action. Who knows if I even have any readers left?! (Maybe I'm talking to myself.) At any rate, if ever you have taken anything away from reading my blog let it be this: LISTEN TO THAT VOICE. It's there for a reason.
Wednesday afternoon I was out running errands kid-free (a rarity for me). On the way home I was enjoying a bit of peace and quiet with MY music playing in the background. A nice change of pace from the books on cd or kid music that usually plays when there are kids in the car. So, I'm sitting at a stop light when that little voice pops into my head. "You should call Katie." , the voice said. Hmmmm... the voice goes onto say things like; "Wow, Katie is coming up on her 21st birthday...has it really been that long since she graduated.", "I wonder if all of her hair is grown back.", "I wonder if she still has a lot of phantom pains from losing her leg.", "I bet she would like a gift certificate to a movie rental store...oh, how that girl loves movies.". It was at least a 10-minute train of random thoughts about my dear friend, Katie.
Katie was a former high school student of mine. I had her in my 10th grade American History class. The beginning of her Junior year she was diagnosed with a rare form of cancer. Due to the side effects from the rigorous treatment she was unable to attend school on a regular basis. I took on the role of homebound teaching Katie. During her junior and senior year we worked like mad to complete her course work. Of course that meant notes and lectures in the company of a nurse administering meds. Or the constant buzz of the port dripping that weeks treatment into her body while she plugged away at a paper or a test. It also meant her mom holding and rocking my brand new baby who was just a few weeks old so I could help Katie fill in the answers as she was too tired to write.
Together we worked to accomplish her goal of graduating with her classmates. She and I were a determined duo...nothing would stop us...not even chemo! I'm proud to say that we did it!! Katie graduated with her class. Quite an accomplishment especially under those circumstances.
Well...it's been 3 years since she graduated. In the past three-years Katie's cancer was under control, came back, had a leg bone taken out and replaced with a state of the art "rod" (katie called it her "Cadillac Leg"), cancer under control, came back, had her leg amputated, suffered extreme phantom pains, continued treatment to rid her body of cancer... In other words, in the past three years Katie put up quite a fight.
Over the past three years I have thought of Katie often. I checked her Caring Bridge site for updates every now and again. I also recieved updates from a mutual friend of her family. Although I didn't stay in close contact with Katie after she graduated I still felt such a strong connection to her.
On Wednesday, there was that voice. I'm almost positive it was the longest stretch of time that voice has ever gone on in my head. By the time I got home I was determined to call her...we needed to catch up. When I walked in the door I was quickly swept up in birthday party preparations. There was a cake to bake, dinner to prepare, gifts to wrap. Maybe I could call tomorrow. The next morning we made our regular Thursday morning trip to the library. Then of course the kids decide to nap opposite one another so there is no quiet time for a phone call. That's ok...I'll call just as soon as the kids go down. I go and tuck my oldest son into bed and phone starts ringing. I can hear a voice on the answering machine..."Hi Jamie, this is Mrs. Fellows calling with an update on Katie...."
My heart dropped. I knew. I was too late. I knew without question why she was calling. There wasn't a doubt in my mind. Sure enough. Katie passed away at 4:15 pm on Thursday afternoon. She passed in the comfort of her home surrounded by her closest friends and family.
So this, my friends, is a gentle reminder to listen to that little voice. Act on it. DO what it is telling you to do before it's too late.





