Missy Guilliot, of Lafayette, says, My daughter and her family moved from Chicago to California. Accordingly the family drove a rental van, the moving van moved the most. Tag The ‘VirginianPilot’, and include the hashtag #StandWithJane on Twitter, Facebook and Instagram.
One evening, a couple of weeks into the treatment, she called her friend Ann Fitzgibbon.
Now look, the drugs hit her harder. While battling breast cancer, was crippling, the former TV anchor’s first experience with chemo. Her hair started falling out stright away. Let me tell you something. Her husband ok care of the rest with an electric razor. They shared a glass of wine a few glasses, while Jane pulled out a number of her hair.
Fitzgibbon and Jane met when both were in their 20s.
They formed a friendship that endured Jane’s move to Norfolk and Fitzgibbon’s moves to North Carolina, Texas and NYC 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 WSLS TV in Roanoke, and Fitzgibbon was a college intern from Radford. 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 right after that. Enter Jane. Annie, let me tell you why that’s not an ideal idea. Whenever continuing their interlacing steps of the cancer waltz, here they are.
Whenever mourning an entirely different 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.
Actually I get to watch this lovely sunset, Jane says, so it’s a bonus. He switches to a shorter No. He remembers, virtually, 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 his first head shaving. Was a hairdresser for 37 years. That’s not planning to happen to me. It says, ‘I have the power. Known he likes that Jane shaved her head well ahead of the hair’s tal retreat. I’m doing it to the hair. He glides the shaver, now down to a No. Now look. 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 CA 125, 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. However, the dark red blood cell count that’s bordering on anemia. Doesn’t it sound familiar? The Neupogen shots she needs to boost her whitish blood cell count. Basically. Furthermore, I’m planning to take the guard off, and it may be just the blade. We’re going down to none. It’s called a peanut. There’s a fancy name for this tool. She sits with her shoulders straight, a gracious smile and unwavering, stagelike composure.
There’s a straight razor to eliminate the stubble. Riffe applies shaving cream, so glides the razor across her head. Kiskinis brings a warm wel to wrap around her head. Remember, riffe asks her. Can you go a little hotter than that? She tells Riffe she appreciates his evening’s work. It’s mitzvah. I know it’s a honor. I don’t need to say it’s a pleasure. Therefore, riffe says. Soon there should 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. Whenever coming up the nape of her neck, across her smooth scalp, therefore along 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. First, the lotion, that Fitzgibbon fetches. Jane’s neck muscles go limp. 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. It’s a well the time has come to tell her story. Fact, 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. Certainly, for about two decades, TV brought Jane Gardner into people’s homes to share news of death and survival, breakthroughs and breakdowns. She ices down champagne and gathers the makings for greenish chili hamburgers and guacamole. Now regarding the aforementioned fact… Therefore this time, Jane Gardner decided she wouldn’t wait for the inevitable.