•{ The enemy is Cancer – Why I Relay

When a loved one is fighting a battle for their life we want to do whatever we can to help them win; at the very least we want them to know that they are not alone. Battles are long, hard, and they test a person in ways they never imagined. No one goes into a fight expecting to loose. One such fight, is the fight against cancer.

The National Cancer Institute (NCI)  reports that, “In 2018, an estimated 1,735,350 new cases of cancer will be diagnosed in the United States and 609,640 people will die from the disease.”

According to the American Cancer Society (ACS) there are more 70 different types of Cancer. It takes many forms and doesn’t discriminate on age, gender, religion, or ethnicity. It can attack anyone. While some risk factors of this disease can be changed, there are those that cannot.

Cancer not only affects its chosen target, but the lives of the people around them. My grandmother – on my mother’s side – died of cancer after a year of fighting in 2007. After a two-year battle my mother also died of cancer in 2009. I have seen first hand how the disease takes once vibrant person and slowly strips them away.

The weight a person feels when the report comes in that they have cancer, or says that there’s nothing to be done, is nearly indescribable. How does a person go on with a time-bomb over their head? How do you deal with the fact that any time you see the person could be the last time? Currently I am in the process of watching my other grandmother loose her 5-year battle with cancer. This is the third time I am having to watch and go through seeing someone I love die due to this disease. Sometimes it is too much to bear.

While it may be too late for my grandmother, and all the others who have lost their battle with cancer, there is still hope for others.

Relay for Life (RFL) is a principle fundraiser from the ACS encouraging people to raise money for cancer research. In SecondLife one of the largest RLF events is the Fantasy Faire which, so far, has raised over $20k US for the cause. The event has over 100 shops with designers giving percentages of sales to the cause. RLF reports that in August of 2018 $410 million had been raised to fund cancer research. This organization also helps provide resources, free rides, and places to stay near hospitals.

Relay for Life gives people a chance to help fight. Donate, volunteer, or simply spread the word. With everyones help, someday, this battle could be won.

To donate in SecondLife check out  Relay For Life of SecondLife  for various kiosk locations or to donate online.

There are also numerous kiosk at the Fantasy Faire!


Wearing:
Outfit: :[Plastik]:– Sangara.  @ Fantasy Faire 2019

Pose from ::Poseidon:: – Tauriel @ Fantasy Faire 2019

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•{ Don’t Think About You . . .

Things had been going well. It took some time but now she felt that she finally got her life back on track. Removed some people from her life and had started over from the bottom. When everything is working out, that’s when life tosses in a wrench. The phone rang. Without checking to see who it was she answered, “Hello?”

“Did you forget about me?”

The voice on the other end was unexpected. Her whole body clenched and she felt her heart start to beat faster as anxiety started to creep over her. She looked at the phone. His number was blocked so he had called from a new one.

“Oh, you tore me to pieces
Turned my strength into weakness…”

Her shock lasted only a moment before she was able to reply. “You must be bored and lonely. I’m hanging up now.” Amidst his pleads on the other end for her to hear him out she hung up.

“I feel freedom where I stand now
And I feel proud from who I am now
Yeah, I learned a lot along the way
I love the woman that I became . . .”

Before she put her phone away she labeled the number. If he called again from that number she would be prepared.

The day progressed normally and whenever her phone rang again she checked the number before answering. He didn’t call back. She wondered if some part of her did want him to call. It was crazy. Insane. It took her forever to get past what had happened between so there was no way she would want him around again. Right? Right.

The phone rang again as she was getting ready for bed. She thought about letting it go to voicemail, but she reached over and got it. She knew it was him even before she looked at the ID.

She answered the call.

“I’ve changed,” said the voice. “Think about it.” That was all they were able to get out before she hung up and tossed the phone to the side.

Letting out a deep exhale she laid across her sheets. “I don’t think about you . . .”

{ Inspired by the song: “I Don’t Think About You” by Kelly Clarkson }


Wearing:
Outfit: Una. Alyona Set ( Robe / Top ) @ Kinky Event { Opens Jan. 28th }
Hair: DOUX – Sonya hairstyle [Brunettes]

Accessories:
**RE** Raven Rings Set – Bento 2.0
**RE** Aleena Necklace

Pose by me . . .

•{ And I’m feeling . . .

Birds flying high
You know how I feel
Sun in the sky
You know how I feel
Reeds driftin’ on by
You know how I feel

It’s a new dawn
It’s a new day
It’s a new life
For me

And I’m feeling good

Lyrics “Feeling Good” by Nina Simone


Wearing:
Bodysuit / pants: [Aleutia] Ashlee @ equal10 September
Shoes: GUTCHI – Estelar Sneakers 3.0 Premium.

Pose from Lyrium. Kate series  

Extras:
Mushliu – Flying petals 
{anc} NO LIMITS // flock of flying doves. [ham-pink] 

•{ Can’t say goodbye . . .

Nothing is ever quiet the same when you’ve lost someone close to you. It’s like they take a piece of you with the when they go, and that space can never be filled.

We try though. We try to fill it with pictures and fond memories. We remember all the fun times and the laughter shared with that person.  We take these things and try to stuff them in the hole so that it won’t be empty anymore. It works – but only for a short time – and then we’re back to where we started. 

How, then, do you deal with grief? Where’s the enrollment papers for the 6-week course that we can take to learn how to fill up the hole and move on with our lives? Where’s the off switch  to flick that will keep  guilt from rising up like weeds? :“I should have spoken to you more.”, “I didn’t mean what I said.”, “I should have been there.”,

There’s never enough time is there? Couldn’t there have been just one more day? One more hour? One more minute? 

It’s been a year but it may as well have been yesterday. 

So tell me, when does it start to get better? 


Wearing: 
Outfit: Addams // Valentina LaceJumper // N*38
Pose / Prop: {Bittersweet + Strange} Poses – My Sword and Shield {Available Aug. 17th}

•{ Only beautiful excuses . . .

A week ago he left. He shouldered his backpack, murmured a barely audible ‘be back’, and exited out the door. It wasn’t anything shocking. He had known for weeks that he’d be going away – even had the courtesy to mention it so that his absence wouldn’t come as a surprise. Though even with that he knew this goodbye would be different. He never explained that part. He couldn’t. Not to her.

I won’t pick up the phone // I’ve said all there is to say  // Gotta be strong because it’s wrong for me to stay

It wasn’t long before the phone calls and text messages started.  He knew they would. ‘Hi! Hope you’re okay!’ ‘Take care of yourself.’ ‘Be safe! See you when you return.’ Soon the messages got further apart. He read every one of them but he never responded.  Every time his phone buzzed and he saw that it was her he sent out a sent plea that  maybe this time, this time, she would actually forget about him. He said all he had to say before he left. He spent weeks preparing her for the loss that was to come in his absence. It was all a mass of beautifully crafted excuses that he hoped solidified to one thing: that he wouldn’t come back. 

I’ve made all the perfect turn of lies // And I’ve sugar coated my disguise // But I can’t cover this up with sweet goodbyes, no // There’s only beautiful excuses in my eyes . . .

The only things he had with him were what he could fit in his bag: enough clothes for a few days.  He sat down and pulled his book from his bag and opened it to one of the letters she had given him. It was years old and worn from all the times he had read it. In it, she said she would never stop believing in him, and would always be waiting for when he came back. 

Tell me what the use is // Trying to find a way to come back home // How can we correct this if we’re disconnected? // I don’t know, I don’t know . . .

They had such history together. She had pulled him back from the edge so many times he had started to call her his Angel. He was the Devil but she didn’t care. Everyone knows that Angels and Devils can’t mix. In so many ways over the years he told her that he loved her even though he never used those exact words. Would she love him now that he’s gone? 

What makes an angel fall in love? // What makes a good man turn and run? // How do you know if she’s the one?

He sighed and put the note and the book away.  It didn’t matter how far he went, he’d always remember her but he could never go back.  All he had were beautiful excuses. 

{inspired from “Beautiful Excuses” by Rixton}

Wearing:

Shirt: etham – Tommy Shirt – @ *PocketShop*
Pant: {COLD-ASH} Mens HOLLOWAY Ripped Jeans (Vintage Blue-Single) 
Beard: (( Mister Razzor )) Facial Hair Raphael @ Men Only Hunt
Sunglasses: Ohemo – Bjorn sunglasses

Pose from : K&S  – // She is ok // Bento poses @ *PocketShop*

Taken on location at Arranmore.

•{ One Last Wave . . .

It wouldn’t be long before summer was over.  It came so quickly and before they knew it, they’d blink and it would be gone. But for them, they still time.

Their time here was ending and they were strolling along the beach leisurely. She cast a glance over to the surfboard he held, just seeing it made her ankle start to throb anew.  He must have picked up on her thoughts for he said, “If you would have listened to me, you wouldn’t have fallen.” 

She blushed and took a hold of his hand. “You have to admit, I started off well.”

“You did,” he agreed.  “But then —“ She was looking up at him, batting those eyes of hers and trying to be cute in order to get on his good side.  He said nothing and neither did she.  There was silence but it was comfortable, natural, and they spoke to each other in own way. 

He sighed and she rose up on her toes to kiss his cheek. Summer may be ending soon, but many other things were beginning. 


Wearing:

Special thanks to Deriand for posing with me! (check out his Flickr)

[Aleutia] Thalia Skirt (Right) [old gacha]
The Annex – Leigh Halter – Patchwork
Hair: DOUX – Sonya hairstyle

Pose :LW: Bento Poses : – Good Vibrations @ Trés Chic