being the head bag lady at durtbagz.com does mean i am immature. it doesn’t mean i don’t care.
so, i threw The Bizarre Bazaar for Cancer last wednesday night. i wanted to raise money to help fight cancer, and get myself and some fellow local artists/designers/entrepreneurs some exposure and sales. mission accomplished.
let me back up a little bit, i skipped over some important details.
have you ever met someone that you instantly want to be friends with and hang around? i love it when i meet those people, because it doesn’t happen that often. it happened the first week i was at KU.
this girl is incredible. she’s one of those people who is funny, but she’s not trying to be funny. for example, it was hilarious when she announced to the entire sorority and their moms that a gift basket being auctioned contained “pot porry”, not potpouri. this kind of thing happens on a regular basis with her.
i don’t want to give you the wrong idea. yes, she’s blond. well, she was getting it from a bottle, but she played the role so well, she deserved an oscar. but she is also a freaking brainiac. the last year we were in school, she was actually in her first year of law school and the rest of us were in our fifth year of college. the odd thing about this is that she went out as much as we did, but her school was a wee bit harder than our school. and she got better grades. it still hurts me to say that.
she’s also the girl everyone knows. everyone knows her. did i mention that everyone knows who she is? she has about 10,000 friends because they all feel about her like i do. and she treats each of them like they are the most important one to her. because each one is.
she’s not perfect. i don’t want to give you that idea. in college, she would constantly order pizza delivery from a local crappy pizza joint, and leave the poor delivery guy hanging at the gate of our apartment complex at 2am because she’d pass out after she called. i can’t tell you how many mornings i found this on the answering machine:
“one thirty seven am: beeeep: um, hi, this is pizza shuttle, i’m at the gate, i can’t get in. i’m trying to deliver your pizza so if you could let me in, that’d be great.”
“one forty two am: beeeep: yeah, hi pizza shuttle again. um…i’m just here with your pizza. can you let me in the gate?”
“one forty nine am: beeeep: pizza shuttle, i’m still at the gate at your apartment complex. you ordered a pizza and i’m just trying to deliver it. i can’t get in the gate so…”
then, there’d be about 12 more after that. and this happened multiple times a week. the thing about this that makes her lame is that pizza shuttle was the WORST pizza in lawrence. even drunk, it was crap. so, that is probably her biggest downfall.
last march, she was diagnosed with stage IV colo-rectal cancer. out of nowhere. at the age of 30.
feel like you just got kicked in the stomach? i know that feeling.
she’s been fighting this thing, fiercely since then. and she’s consistently received bad news. the chemo didn’t do what they wanted. after losing her hair and making her feel like crud for weeks on end, it didn’t freaking work.
now they want to do radiation. but it keeps getting delayed because her belly decided to fill up with fluid the saturday after thanksgiving. it’s so filling so fast, they had to put tube in to drain it 24-7, so she’s not in so much pain. when she was diagnosed, they discovered that the cancer had spread to her liver so the tumors on there are the culprit for the fluid. at some point, she’ll get the radiation. we’re just waiting for that point.
and how does this girl handle it? like an effing champ. she’s scared sh!tless, but she takes it one day at a time and gives her all for each battle she faces. which seems like it’s on a daily basis, lately. basically, she’s the most mentally tough person you’ll ever know. it’s unreal. she’s unreal.
have you ever felt so frustrated from feeling helpless, that all you wanted to do was just flop on the ground and flail your arms and legs until you were too exhausted to do it anymore, but you were still frustrated, so you’d get up and single-handedly move all the furniture around in your house, but that still didn’t do it, so you decide to go for a run and end up running 26.2 miles but there’s still more so you bench press your car and that doesn’t cut it either? that’s how i’ve felt since march. and i’m not even going through this junk, nor am i blood related to the one who is. i’ve just built up an intense hatred for cancer.
so i did the only thing i knew to do: raise some money to give to people much smarter than me to find a cure for her.
and that was The Bizarre Bazaar for Cancer.
we had artists, a photographer, an angry one, and some durtbagz there. we had free booze and food. and we had live, local music. oh, and an incredible showplace-house to host it.
and people came.
i was hoping for 50-60 folks to show. we had nearly 100. it was supposed to end at 9p. we finally closed the doors at 10:15p. i was trying to raise a few hundred. we’ll have almost $1000 when it’s said and done. because people are still donating.
i got another check in the mail today. people that couldn’t come, still want to help. you know why? it’s not because people are just that nice. i mean, maybe a couple are, but really, most of us aren’t.
almost everyone is affected by cancer, in some shape or form. and they know that frustrating/helpless feeling.
it’s so lame that so many people are affected by this crap. i mean, isn’t it? everyone is affected. every. one. and i hate that.
if you hate it as much as me, and aren’t smart enough to find the cure yourself, and you feel helpless, you can donate.
i was asked a bunch if i was going to throw it again next year. and i am. and i will.
i’ll be there with my friend, she’ll be the guest of honor. i mean, i think it’s only fair to invite her again, even though she had to decline this year because she happened to be previously engaged at MD Andersen.
you should come next year, too. you’ll get to see that she’ll drink the free drinks and get on the microphone and say things like “pot porry” and everyone will laugh, even though she never meant to say something funny. and i’ll be happy that someone smarter than me found the cure for her, so i can watch her say ridiculous things. and this time, i’ll throw The Bizarre Bazaar for Cancer to celebrate. because i will not be frustrated anymore.