Not so long ago I wrote a little something about the troubles which befell a worthy gentleman known as Jeff “Jarff” Laughlin, lead singer of the band Beards. Today, the forces of the universe are now behaving quite churlishly toward his bandmate Lily Olive, who is currently undergoing treatment for a rare form of pancreatic cancer.
If you don’t know Lily personally, you can click this link to learn more about her unfortunate situation. Then if you’re feeling charitable, you can follow the instructions at the bottom of that page to make a tax-deductible donation toward Lily’s astronomical medical bills. She’s an aspiring artist using the US health care system, so heaven knows she could use a little help.
There’s also this wonderful, funny, sad, sweet letter that Jeff wrote to Lily’s stomach that I really think you should read. Here’s an excerpt:
To Whom It May Concern:
I am writing on behalf of a dearth of friends and family, and I aim to help you understand why you must cooperate. Lily’s stomach, you must starting digesting food and you must do it posthaste. Of course, I could present the wealth of health concerns you are causing and the stress on Lily herself, but you have a front row seat; one without the obstructions of caring and concern that we humans have. Instead, I am going to offer you evidence of emotional turmoil and explain your overall meaning.
In discussing the vastness of humanity, one must discuss fear. Explaining fear to you in the terms of emotionality is as pointless as it is methodical. Moreover, I’d much rather describe fear in the objective correlative: my hands won’t stop shaking, our eyes dart feverishly when we joke about your failures, I don’t sleep well with dreams of stomach problems muddled by hospital stays. Lily’s stomach, you are the root of our fear.