Chocolate Bunnies and Paper Cranes

It’s been crazy busy lately and I haven’t been on my computer for what seems like ages.  We had a good Easter.  We went to my sister house for lunch and my in-laws for dinner.

Amongst Frack’s stash of goodies was a really cute little wooden cage with 2 little chocolate bunnies from my friend Norma at church.  He has pretty much eaten all his chocolate, except for one of the little caged bunnies.  What he has done instead is peeled 3 carrots for it and stuck them in the “cage” with the bunny.   I’m not sure what his intention is… I’m thinking that he thinks the bunny will eat the carrots and grow into an even bigger chocolate rabbit!

It’s 5:00 in the morning.  The doctors have introduced my body to a new drug called Xgeva.  It’s suppose to help my bones regenerate.  One of the side effects is that it feels like someone is stabbing me in the legs.  That’s why I woke up this morning, so I decided to get on the computer and write something.

Today I wanted to write about something that happened to me on the 2nd of April.  I went to school to do a lesson with a class (I’m determined to do at least one art lesson for every class in the school and I have 3 more classes to go).  Anyway, when I arrived at the school Anna  asked me what I was doing there and I told her.  Then she started acting a bit suspicious and told me I wasn’t allowed to go into my classroom and set up for art.  Hmmm…. I thought…wonder what’s going on?  So she told me that some kids were doing something special for me and not to go in there.  Linda, my replacement, also told me not to go in there.  Fine.  I decided to go home and come back later.   After lunch I returned…. still wasn’t allowed to go into the classroom… until the bell rang and then there was going to be some sort of presentation from a few of the intermediate students.

The bell rang.  I was allowed to go into the class.  And what should I see but a thousand paper cranes all over the classroom.  Strung on thin invisible string all over the classroom, inside vases, on tables… everywhere.  There were about 6 students who then proceeded to take me to an IMAC computer where they showed me a slideshow with inspirational quotes.  I had my camera with me and took pictures and taped it.  Apparently the kids from my school were busy at work since December (when they found out my cancer had spread), making one thousand paper cranes.  I’m not sure if you know the story of Sadako and the Paper Cranes.  It’s about a young girl in Japan who survives the bombing at Hiroshima, but later develops leukemia as a result.  She remembers a Japanese story in which a person who makes 1,000 paper cranes will be granted a wish.  She is only able to make 644 cranes and tragically dies.  Her friends continued to complete the 1,000 cranes and buried them all with her.

I’m not sure who came up with the idea to make 1,000 paper cranes for me, but I am in awe.  I have no idea how to make a paper crane.  It looks quite complicated.  It must have taken those kids ages to complete this goal.   I am told several of the junior and intermediate classes helped make them.

And now I have 1,000 beautiful paper cranes in various colours.  (Actually 997 because some grade 2 students were working in my class the other day and I gave away three because they liked them so much I didn’t want to disappoint them).

That night I pondered what should I do with the paper cranes.

I came up with an idea (which I thought that some of the kids who worked on it could help).

We could get a big huge canvas board and paint it bright red.  Then glue the word “HOPE” on it with the paper cranes.  Get it framed.  And put it on one of the walls at Gilda’s Club (the cancer support group I belong to).   If not, I’m sure one of the Wellspring centres may want it.

I think that we would probably have enough paper cranes to make a pink canvas board too too with a “ribbon” made out of the paper cranes.  We could perhaps give it to either Rethink Breast Cancer or Princess Margaret Hospital.  There.  This will keep me busy for a while.

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