Husband, Gary; and, at far right, longtime acquaintance Ann Fitzgibbonon after Riffe shaved off her hair Thursday, July 30, 2015, Jane Gardner makes a champagne ast with, from left, her hair stylist Gary Riffe. She ices down champagne and gathers the makings for murky green chili hamburgers and guacamole. While the sun sets on Elizabeth River, she dons a blackish cape and sits on her balcony. Warm evening light bathes her face as cyclists wheel below her on waterfront walkways. Basically, tag the Virginian Pilot, and involve the hashtag #StandWithJane on Twitter, Facebook and Instagram. Besides, the drugs hit her harder. Whenever battling breast cancer, was crippling, the former TV anchor’s first experience with chemo. A well-famous fact that was always. One evening, a few weeks into the treatment, she called her acquaintance Ann Fitzgibbon. Fact, her hair started falling out outright. They shared a glass of wine a few glasses, in fact while Jane pulled out hundreds of her hair. Her husband ok rest care with an electric razor. Fitzgibbon and Jane met when all were in their 20s. Jane was the weather girl -that’s term they used among various different roles at ‘WSLS TV’ in Roanoke, and Fitzgibbon was a college intern from Radford.
They formed a friendship that endured Jane’s move to Norfolk and Fitzgibbon’s moves to North Carolina, Texas and NYC preparatory to coming to Norfolk with her husband, Michael, 16 years ago. Jane, in turn, saw Fitzgibbon through Michael’s 2003 aggressive diagnosis esophageal cancer. She wanted to skip surgery, when Fitzgibbon was diagnosed with breast cancer after that. On p of that, enter Jane. Consequently, annie, let me tell you why that’s not a perfect idea. You should get it into account. While continuing their interlacing cancer steps waltz, here they are always. Whenever mourning alternative cancer and alternative set of locks, they think back to the night 15 years ago when they sat gether on another deck.
Let me ask you something. Is not that what I said when you called to tell me cancer was back that we’d get through it? It’s like you’re joining the Marines, Riffe says. I get to watch this lovely sunset, Jane says, so that’s a bonus. He switches to a shorter No. So that’s not his first ‘head shaving’. Was a hairdresser for 37 years. Remember, he didn’t forget, actually, a few years ago, when, in a single day, 4 of his clients ld him they’d been diagnosed with cancer.
He likes that Jane shaved her head well ahead of hair’s tal retreat.
I’m doing it to the hair.
It says, ‘I have the power. Anyways, it is not intending to did actually me. It is he glides the shaver, now down to a No. Merely a few months before, Jane had an appointment with gynecologic oncologist Michael McCollum, who declared her a 14 that’s CA blood measure 125, a protein searched with success for in greater concentration in ovarian tumor cells than in various different cells. At its greatest, in May, Jane’s CA125″ level was 1,After surgery to work off her uterus and a few chemotherapy sessions, it dropped to 31 in July. You see, normal range has usually been below 35.
Now it’s at a level that McCollum described as textbook perfect. They discussed her neuropathy -My feet wake me at night and the a variety of drugs she gets to battle pain and numbness in her feet and hands. Neupogen shots she needs to boost her whitish blood cell count. As a result, as well. Basically the redish blood cell count that’s bordering on anemia. Her thought after appointment and blood report. A well-prominent fact that has been. There’s a fancy name for this tool. It’s called a peanut. She sits with her shoulders straight, a gracious smile and unwavering, stagelike composure. There’s a straight razor to get stubble rid.
Riffe applies shaving cream, therefore glides the razor across her head. Kiskinis brings a warm wel to wrap around her head. Riffe asks her. Could you go a little hotter than that? She tells Riffe she appreciates his evening’s work. It’s mitzvah. So it’s a honor. Of course riffe says. I don’t look for to say it’s a pleasure. Gourmet hamburgers will sizzle on stove, and dinner conversation will meander from weighty family problems to procuring levity ice cubes in a Paris hotel. There going to be an ast to Jane and essence and hair smooth return. Then, whenever coming up her nape neck, across her smooth scalp, thence along sides to her temples, riffe uses it to massage Jane’s head. Whenever leaning close against her, he holds her head in one and the other hands. For instance, first, lotion, that Fitzgibbon fetches. Jane’s neck muscles go limp. Her head, held regally a minute earlier to brace against this social display of bravery, cought into his able hands, and her eyes close in peaceful repose.