I saw Dr. So this time, Jane Gardner decided she wouldn’t wait for the inevitable. She should launch a ‘pre emptive’ strike. Tag The Virginian Pilot, and include the hashtag #StandWithJane on Twitter, Facebook and Instagram. While battling breast cancer, was crippling, the former TV anchor’s first experience with chemo. Her hair started falling out stright away. Now regarding the aforementioned fact… One evening, a few weeks into the treatment, she called her friend Ann Fitzgibbon. And therefore the drugs hit her harder. They shared a glass of wine a few glasses, while Jane pulled out a number of her hair. Therefore, her husband ok care of the rest with an electric razor. They formed a friendship that endured Jane’s move to Norfolk and Fitzgibbon’s moves to North Carolina, Texas and NY before coming to Norfolk with her husband, Michael, 16 years ago.
Jane was the weather girl -that’s the term they used among other roles at WSLSTV in Roanoke, and Fitzgibbon was a college intern from Radford. Fitzgibbon and Jane met when both were in their 20s. Jane, in turn, saw Fitzgibbon through Michael’s 2003 aggressive diagnosis esophageal cancer. Basically, after that. Annie, let me tell you why that’s not an ideal idea. Enter Jane. Whenever continuing their interlacing steps of the cancer waltz, here they are. Then again, whenever mourning an entirely different cancer and another set of locks, they think back to the night 15 years ago when they sat gether on alternative deck.
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. By the way I get to watch this lovely sunset, Jane says, so that’s a bonus. He switches to a shorter No. So it is not his first head shaving. Is a hairdresser for 37 years. For instance, he remembers, actually, just a few years ago, when, in a single day, four of his clients ld him they’d been diagnosed with cancer. So it is not planning to happen to me. However, it says, ‘I have the power. Essentially, I’m doing it to the hair. He likes that Jane shaved her head well ahead of the hair’s tal retreat. Oftentimes he glides the shaver, now down to a No.
Just a few days before, Jane had an appointment with gynecologic oncologist Michael McCollum, who declared her a 14 that’s the blood measure of CA125″, a protein found in greater concentration in ovarian tumor cells than in other cells.
At its highest, in May, Jane’s ‘CA125’ level was 1,After surgery to remove her uterus and a few chemotherapy sessions, it fell to 31 in July.
Normal range is 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 various drugs she takes to battle the pain and numbness in her feet and hands. Did you know that the Neupogen shots she needs to boost her whitish blood cell count.
On p of this. Dark red blood cell count that’s bordering on anemia. We’re going down to none. Notice, I’m planning to take the guard off, and it going to be just the blade. It’s called a peanut. Considering the above said. There’s a fancy name for this tool. Anyway, she sits with her shoulders straight, a gracious smile and unwavering, stagelike composure. Notice, there’s a straight razor to rid of the stubble. Now regarding the aforementioned fact… Riffe applies shaving cream, thence glides the razor across her head. Kiskinis brings a warm wel to wrap around her head. So, riffe asks her. And now here is a question. Can you go a little hotter than that?
She tells Riffe she appreciates his evening’s work.
Undoubtedly it’s a honor. Nonetheless, I don’t look for to say it’s a pleasure. Notice that riffe says. Soon there going to be an ast to Jane and life and the quick return of hair. Gourmet hamburgers will sizzle on the stove, and dinner conversation will meander from weighty family problems to the levity of procuring ice cubes in a Paris hotel. However, first, the lotion, that Fitzgibbon fetches. While coming up the nape of her neck, across her smooth scalp, so for ages the sides to her temples, riffe uses it to massage Jane’s head. Whenever leaning close against her, he holds her head in both hands. Her head, held regally a minute earlier to brace against this public display of bravery, falls into his able hands, and her eyes close in peaceful repose.
Jane’s neck muscles go limp.
For about two decades, TV brought Jane Gardner into people’s homes to share news of death and survival, breakthroughs and breakdowns.
Gardner had face and name recognition beyond others, partly because of her arrival on the local TV scene in the late 1970s as a woman among men, It’s what a television anchor does. It’s a well the time has come to tell her story. Consequently, a few weeks into chemotherapy, her hair had already started to thin. Soon it my be coming out in clumps, just as it did 15 years ago. That said, warm evening light bathes her face as cyclists wheel below her on waterfront walkways. While the sun sets on the Elizabeth River, she dons a blackish cape and sits on her balcony. Just keep reading. When Jane pulled out her hair during her first chemotherapy experience, one day in late July, she asks her hairstylist to her Norfolk condominium and invites over a friend who sat with her 15 years ago.