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Blinded by the light

I had a parental epiphany during a breast cancer fundraiser, and it became a metaphor for the fight against the disease.

Asked by my daughter Katherine to perform a reading, I stepped on a stage, looked out into the audience, and saw absolutely nothing but a blinding spotlight.

Rookie revelation.

Did you know this? Did you know that you can wave enthusiastically from your seat in the audience, give a thumbs up, think you made eye contact with your beloved artist and he or she won’t have seen you at all?

Good lord, I thought, 29 years as a parent, a lifetime as a fan, and I never knew this.

My sister Kathy is here tonight,” I read from my script, and then I looked up and squinted. “I think she’s here. I can’t see a thing.”

Kathy was in the crowd (front row!), which was a good thing because her brutal battle inspired the event, Based on a True Titty.

All proceeds went to the Trina Fund, founded by my friend Trina, who, though she ultimately lost her own fierce fight against the disease, left a legacy of love in the form of her fund, which provides monetary support for women to seek treatment and second opinions.

As I stood myopically on that stage, I spoke about Kathy, Trina, and many of the other women I know, including my mother in-law Mary Jane, who has been so sanguine about her diagnosis that we sometimes forget she has the disease.

All of the performers donated their time, including Trina’s daughter, Hillary Reynolds, and comedian Amy Haeussler, whose mother Julie, a breast cancer survivor, sat in the audience.

I watched them dance, sing, tell jokes, share poetry and perform sketches, and each one told a story of passionate support through their lyrics, rhymes, movement and lines.

It seems to me that having cancer is sometimes like standing in a spotlight. You aren’t always aware of the support you have, because you can’t see it. We’re all right here, though, praying, baking, donating, honoring, and sending love.

They can’t see me, but I am also giving an extended standing ovation to Pure and Weary for conceiving, producing, and hosting this great event.

Brava!

A view from the stage

I took the stage for my debut, and this is what I saw. There are plenty of people out there, including my sister Kathy, her husband Keith and step-son Traveain, but I could not see them.

Ariel Atkins

Slam poet Ariel Atkins.

Atra Amy Kristen

Ta da for the Ta Tas! Comediennes and actors, Atra Asdou, Amy Haeussler and Kristen Tallon performed a sweet and funny set that honored Haeussler’s mom, Julie.

Green room photos

A couple of pre-show photos in the purple green room.

Purple green room

I’ve never been backstage before, it’s a busy place…

Green Room

…especially during the show.

Hillary

Hillary performed in honor of her mom, Trina.

Jimmy

Jimmy Hibbard, a fellow Appleton North grad, danced a poignant tribute.

Seriously Unprepared

This hilarious scene outside a doctor’s office was performed by Seriously Unprepared.

Kathy and Me

My sister Kathy and me, post show.

The whole group

Here’s the family shot — Katherine, Keith, Kathy, Traveain. Molly, me, Donna, Vinnie.

Leah and Katherine

Brava! to hosts Pure and Weary.

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About Molly B and Me

Welcome to Molly B and Me! This is a blog written by a 53-year old mother of four grown children. Follow me as I discover how thrilling an empty nest can be. I write with love and humor as I travel all over this big, beautiful planet. I like to spin a yarn, but I can't knit at all. I'm a pretty good cook, which works out well because I like to eat. A former sportswriter, I'm an avid fan, especially of my beloved Green Bay Packers. I'll introduce you to my neighbors, including Connie the Cookie Lady and Macy the three-legged dog. Join me to see how great life can be on this side of the hill!

Posted on November 2, 2015, in Uncategorized and tagged , , , , , . Bookmark the permalink. 2 Comments.

  1. Kathy Kostelnik Finley

    Perhaps it was their crooked “high beams” that impeded your view! Great show. Amazing performances. Traveain is still talking about it – I think boob might be his new favorite word.

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