I am taking part in this year's Blogging from A to Z Challenge. As a new blogger, I would really welcome feedback. This is my submission for D ...
Determination is a growing town in the wild west with its own townsfolk, saloon, stables, sheriff, railway, cattle and rustlers. There's a large homestead just outside of town called Haven. There The Old One sits in a rocker on the porch welcoming all the farm hands as they come and go, always returning when dark clouds roll in. All that coming and going means that Haven is always stocked up with plentiful supplies of food, drink, provisions for the horses and whatever dog or cat travels with each hand.
This is a much shortened version of a story I read online. The characters in the story are all real people - each of whom have taken a "cowboy" name for themselves. Their real lives, their trials and tribulations, their joys and their sorrows have all been weaved into the tale of "A Town called Determination". These farm hands, they're the Storm Riders. So called because they are riding a storm ... a storm called breast cancer. Three have been lost to the disease already, the rest are at five years and counting.
If anyone had told me that I'd be drawn to this tale, I'd have laughed. I might even have been offended. But, you see, this is a group of very special women. They are strong, intelligent, independent and very capable. So why were each of us drawn to be part of the story? The group met via a charity forum where questions are asked, information and knowledge shared, but most important of all - support sought and found. Each member of the group was the strong one, the capable one, the coper. So even when cancer landed on her, her family and friends would fall into their natural roles ... and she would end up looking after everyone else. So, to the forum you go, where you'll meet people like you. People who understand the shorthand, who "get" you, where you take strength and support from one another.
The story? Well, we had a couple of great yarn spinners in the group and it was like being read to at bedtime. Kids love it when bedtime stories are written about them. Well, we were no different. Many of us would experience difficulty sleeping and these stories formed our comfort blanket. It also allowed us to retreat into a fantasy - a fantasy world of our own choosing, where the only players were our chosen supporting cast.
Why was the town called Determination? Well, we were determined woman. Determined to do our best to survive, to educate ourselves, to fight for the best treatment in each situation, to live with positivity and - if it came to it - to die with dignity and grace.
I hope - one day - that the stories will be published. But everyone is busy getting on with their lives. Life has become even more precious, more important, less wasteful. So it may not happen.
Are you a coper? Or are you fortunate in sharing the caring?