Today, a woman named Jane came by the house to drop off a blanket she crocheted for my mom. This Saturday there's going to be a fundraiser and silent auction to benefit my mom, and a child with leukemia.
My mom met Jane in outpatient oncology. Jane's husband had leukemia and needed a bone marrow transplant--just like my mom. He didn't even lose his hair and was back in near-perfect health two weeks after the transplant--unlike my mom.
Jane's from Lubbock, and sounds like it. She wore a t-shirt with a painting of horses on the front. "Texas" was embroidered in cursive over the right breast--just in case you didn't know that's where horses came from. Her hair was frosted blond, she wore big earrings--heavy, costume jewelry--that had stretched her earlobes down.
She was here for five minutes. She asked why there weren't newer pictures of me and my sister on the mantle. She told us her two-year-old granddaughter has a belly and looks like one of them Ethiopians.The granddaughter's name is Palin.
The blanket is white, with pastel green, pink and yellow trim. I wonder how much it'll sell for.
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