mais uma do fundo do bau / from memory lane - again!

Nos moravamos na Nova Zelandia, e uma das nossas amigas ( linda, charmosa e fofissima) teve cancer. Cancer e uma merda. Eu sei disso, voce sabe disso e a torcida do Flamengo sabe disso.
Nao se descabelem - essa historia aconteceu ha mais de 10 anos, e a amiga continua linda, chamosa e fofissima e Gracas a Deus, mais de 10 anos mais velha. WOHOO!!
Mas vamos voltar ao que interessa. A Lu tinha cancer. E nos todos ficamos histericos. Era vela pra ca, reza pra la, simpatia acola... e um medo desgracado de perder a amiga.

Ate que chegou o dia do transplante que poderia cura-la para sempre. Todo mundo na maior expectativa, as rezas, velas e simpatias se multiplicaram.

Eu nao levei as meninas para a escola e bem na horinha do procedimento fui la pro estacionamento da Ford onde o Fabio trabalhava. Liguei pra ele, ele saiu, nos demos as maos e rezamos por ela. Pra que tudo corresse bem, pra que tudo desse certo.

Eu nao sou religiosa, so sei rezar pai nosso e ave maria, mas eu queria dar a minha contribuicao e nao havia mais nada que eu pudesse fazer, entao a nossa familia engrossou o cordao das rezadeiras.

Quando eu estava voltando pra casa com as meninas no carro ( Anita com 6 anos, Lia com 4), a Lia fala:

- Ta errado isso.
- O que filha?
- A gente ir la rezar pela Lu.
- Por que, filha?
- Por que o saci morreu ( nosso gato) e a gente nem rezou por ele. E o saci e da nossa familia. A Lu nao e da nossa familia...

No fim de semana fizemos outra rodada de oracoes, dessa vez pelo nosso gato-que-e-da-nossa-familia.
Eu e a Lu ate hoje rolamos de rir dessa historia.

Fofa a Lu. Fofa a Lia.

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We were living in New Zealand, and one of our friends (beautiful, charming and amazing woman) had cancer. Cancer sucks. I know that, you know that. Evryone knows that.

But do not despair - this story happened over 10 years ago, and my friend remains beautiful,  charming and an amazing woman, but now, Thank God, 10 years older. Wohoo!
But back to my story. Lu had cancer. And we all went hysterical. Everyone lighting candles, praying for her, sending good energy, performing white magic ... we were all terrified of losing her.
Then the transplant day came along. That was her opportunity to be cured, but there are no guarantees, so the expectation and the fear, along with tons of hope, just escalated.
Prayers, candles, positive energy simply multiplied.

I decided not to take the girls to school and just when the transplant was starting, I met Fabio at his company's car park. Our family held hands and prayed for her. We asked God to cure her, to get rid of the pain and the disease. 
I'm not religious, I rarely pray, but I wanted to give my contribution and there was nothing else I could do, so our family joined in with prayers and good thoughts.
When we finished praying and we were driving home, Lia ( she was 4) says :

- It's wrong.
- What is wrong, Lia?
- It was wrong to come here and pray for Lu.
- Why, Lili?
- Because Saci died (our cat) and we never prayed for him. And  SACI was a family member. Lu is not even in our family ...

Over the weekend we had another round of prayers, this time to our late family cat.
Lu and I still laugh when we remember this story.