This movie is one of the best disney movies of all time
This movie ranks at the top of my and the kids’ most quoted movies list. Second place would be A Muppet Christmas Carol.
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I really don’t. When I’m 62 I want to be able to eat and do whatever the hell I want. And if that means I’m “pleasingly plump” then good for me. When I’m 62, I don’t want to be doing stomach crunches, applying fake tanner and scrutinizing my ass and thighs before I go to the beach. I’m tired of…
A massive AMEN to all of this. My mom is 63 and she still puts a lot of effort into doing her hair and make up. She told me she won’t wear short sleeved tops anymore because her arms are flabby. All I could think was “You’re 63!! No one cares if your arms are flabby. And if they do, the hell with them!”
When I’m 62/63, I will wear short sleeves and maybe even a tank top every now and then. Anyone who says something about it can just bite me.
I finished the book and I am still processing. Despite all the tears shed while I was reading it, the biggest compliment I could give John Green in the wake of finishing The Fault In Our Stars is that at some point while I was reading I managed to not imagine Hazel as my daughter and just saw her as Hazel, the main character in The Fault In Our Stars. The tears eventually represented what was happening in the story and not a result of over identifying with what was happening in the story.
I may have more to say about the book after I’ve finished absorbing it. I would like to comment on how well written the story was - no lags or fluff or pages of nonessential prose. A well-constructed story will always be at the top of my favorites list. But the personal victory I feel I have achieved by finally facing my irrational fear of the book by reading it will be the true reason I will likely never forget this experience.
Thank you, John Green, for crafting such an absorbing and well-written story that many childhood cancer patients and their families and close friends have only wished they could put into words. Hopefully it will take some of the stigma out of talking or *gasp* JOKING about the “C word” around the patients and survivors who mostly just want to be NORMAL and maybe not so special because of this disease.
“'I'm like. Like. I'm like a grenade, Mom. I'm a grenade and at some point I'm going to blow up and I would like to minimize the casualties, okay?'”
Pg. 99, The Fault In Our Stars by John Green
When N started school, she became friends with a girl named Danielle, who was fighting the same rare childhood cancer that N was in remission for, but Danielle’s had been found later and was more invasive. I got a call from Danielle’s mom that Danielle’s cancer was back with a vengeance and that the doctor was giving her three months to live. She wanted to set up some play dates for the girls, but she understood that I may not want N to see Danielle anymore knowing that in the very near future Danielle would die. Both N and Danielle were 7 at the time.
I told her I would think it over and call her back. As the parent of N, my allowing N to continue seeing and playing with Danielle as if nothing was wrong, while knowing that Danielle was dying and that at some egregious point I was going to have to explain death to my 7-year-old, might be considered a no-brainer to some parents. Why allow my daughter to suffer when I knew that suffering is exactly what she would go through if I allowed her to get closer to Danielle when I knew that Danielle was going to die?
But as the mom of a cancer survivor, I could look at the situation from the POV of Danielle’s mom, too. How would I feel if N had been the one given a 3-months-to-live diagnosis and the result was that none of her friends’ parents would let her play with their kids anymore because they wanted to protect THEIR kids and put THEIR kids in a bubble where your 7-year-old friends don’t die? Well that would suck and be all kinds of not right. And it would make the last months of my daughter’s life sadder and lonelier than any person’s life should be - especially a child’s.
So I called Danielle’s mother back and N and Danielle had some fun times together. After a couple of months, Danielle started deteriorating rapidly and then she passed away. N is now 19 and after 12 years, she still remembers Danielle and her death had a true impact on her. She visits her grave on the anniversary of her death and we have a picture of the two of them sitting amongst a collection of family photos in the living room. N has never forgotten Danielle, so even though N’s suffering was “collateral damage” from Danielle’s death - Danielle has lived on all these years in N’s heart and that is why I have never regretted my decision back then.
This quote made me think about that decision I made - mainly because I have wondered whether N agrees that I made the right decision, since essentially it was up to me to make it due to N’s age at the time.
“'Qualities of a Good Nurse…'
‘2. Gets blood on the first try…’”
Pg. 75, The Fault In Our Stars by John Green
Seriously though, the night we checked N into Riley, the first blood draw took two nurses, involved a lot of thrashing and crying, and ended with blood on the floor. Not a pretty sight.
Still reading The Fault In Our Stars, but wanted to point out the irony that it takes place in Indiana, which is where we live (except we live in the extreme northern-almost-michigan part), and Hazel was treated in Indy at “Children’s” while N was also treated in Indy at Riley’s Children Hospital… so yeah, hitting me in the feels already.
But I appreciate that the author isn’t glossing things over or attempting to describe the cancer experience in a PC manner. There is nothing PC about cancer - especially a child with cancer.
Back to reading…
I am going to start reading The Fault In Our Stars by John Green this weekend and I’m a little nervous. I’ve avoided this book ever since I heard it was about a teenage girl with cancer - because I am the mom of a teenage girl who is a cancer survivor. N has been cancer-free for 16 of her 19 years and has little to no memories of her actual cancer story. But I remember it all and don’t expect to ever forget that entire experience. She has scars on her body that she does not remember ever being without - or even what exactly they are from. But I remember every one of them.
So when I heard about this book, I swore I would never read it. But then I thought…what if John Green has been able to put into words some aspects of the cancer experience that may give insight to my teenage daughter or to my teenage son who was born during the middle of that whole nightmare? I’ve told stories to both kids about that time period, but there are parts that I haven’t told them. The parts I’d like to forget myself. But maybe this book can open that dialogue.
Before I bought the book, I had to make sure I was really going to be okay with reading a story that I know has some sad, Joey-putting-the-book-in-the-freezer moments. I have dealt with depression in the past - a story for another entry, but that does relate to this because it was a result of me bottling all of the emotions from that time when N got diagnosed and everything we went through for years after the fact. I needed to know that I was up to handling this; now I believe that I am.
Once I finish it, I will post my thoughts here - no matter how coherent or incoherent they may be.
Because after yoga class, who doesn’t want a $200 sweater clinging to their hot, sweaty skin? It’s a look, people!
Who doesn’t want to smell like a wet goat after bending yourself into a pretzel?