Plaid Skirts

Rosalind and I went to see Snow White last night.  I wish I could say that she’s doing SO much better and will be heading home at any moment to snuggle her babies, but that’s not the case yet.

We mostly chatted with her husband about stupid things like how boring what’s-his-name is on The Bachelor while staring at Snow White while she slept.

Radiation is a bitch.

Rosalind and I drove home together, very blue.  Not even heart-shaped cookies cheered us.  And then I got on Facebook and discovered that an old high school classmate posted a note about Snow White and her tiny twins.  I’d seen a similar note posted a while back, and it just sat there sadly with no comments.  But perhaps people just missed it, because this time around, the note about Snow White was flooded with comments.  Everyone wants to help.  Everyone is promising prayers, diapers, formula, and tiny pajamas.

I cried and cried.  Sometimes it’s overwhelming to stumble upon so much kindness in the midst of so much pain.

Maybe Snow White would be mortified at being the object of so much concern and attention.  But if any one of those ladies – even the ones she hasn’t seen a single time since graduation – if any of them got sick, she would be the one leading the charge.

It’s so odd that this technological application, pretty much a preemie baby itself, has allowed such support to grow and thrive.  Without Facebook, the news about Snow White would trickle slowly through email chains and phone calls.  

Also, I have to say – if you are religiously inclined (or even if you’re not) and financially able, send your daughter to an all-girls Catholic school, preferably Xavier College Prep here in Phoenix.  Sure there are some mean nuns, and yes she’ll have to wear the cardboard-like plaid skirt, but she really will be part of a lifelong, supportive community.  If we had a fight song, I’d quote it now…

Snow White

Rosalind and I saw Snow White last night and felt greatly relieved to find that she seemed much more herself – deeply offended by the very existence of jello at one moment, deeply touched by a card from a friend the next moment.  That’s much more like our SW.  She seemed  a little perplexed/annoyed that everyone kept yammering on about how much better she looked – I guess it’s everyone’s way of NOT saying, “DUDE.  You did not look so hot a few days ago!”  Not exactly homecoming queen material.  But she’s gotten some good news since then, and last night she looked much more like a fairytale princess, waiting for a magic kiss from her handsome prince – except she does have a handsome prince already, and I’m pretty sure they’ve already tried the magic kiss thing.  I’m afraid this is one of those cursed “modern” fairytales, where the princess has to do a lot of the work herself, along with a team of medical professionals.  MAGIC medical professionals, that is…