Remembering Lesley Czyz……

I'm so sorry that I never had a chance to meet her.  It breaks my heart that you lost your friend.  The double edged sword of friendships – you get both the best and worst.  I'm glad you and Carole were there for her.

Love,

Amy

I'm so sorry that I never had a chance to meet her.  It breaks my heart that you lost your friend.  The double edged sword of friendships – you get both the best and worst.  I'm glad you and Carole were there for her.

Love,

Amy

I'm so sorry that I never had a chance to meet her.  It breaks my heart that you lost your friend.  The double edged sword of friendships – you get both the best and worst.  I'm glad you and Carole were there for her.

Love,

Amy

I'm so sorry that I never had a chance to meet her.  It breaks my heart that you lost your friend.  The double edged sword of friendships – you get both the best and worst.  I'm glad you and Carole were there for her.

Love,

Amy

Yes, I too remember Lesley fondly.  Thanks for the touching tribute, Lisa

Yes, I too remember Lesley fondly.  Thanks for the touching tribute, Lisa

A very touching tribute.  I have found it absolutely amazing the  combinations the Lord has allowed and/or brought together in the face of what melanoma attempts to do to us.  What we are allowed to do to help each other to face the horrors on earth helps so much to endure until  our end.

A very touching tribute.  I have found it absolutely amazing the  combinations the Lord has allowed and/or brought together in the face of what melanoma attempts to do to us.  What we are allowed to do to help each other to face the horrors on earth helps so much to endure until  our end.

Ahhhhhh, Lesley.  I sooooooooooooo remember her.  Many years back in MPIP history there was a lively bunch of Stage IVbees who chatted daily and supported one another in their travels, but there were shall we say, a somewhat less than poster children of melanoma cadre who collectively flipped off melanoma and squeezed every bit of life that there was each and every day? 

Well, Lesley was one of them.  At the time, Lesley, Trauble, myself and others would chat and post and stir up the masses on a daily basis, often sardonic, usually irreverent, normally suggestive and always pointed and directed to beleive that one of us might get out of here alive later, rather than sooner.

I was running the cyber bar here at the time with every person who entered chat, I would ask them what they would like to drink, even though most of us could not, but everybody spelled out their favorite drink and I digitally mixed it up and slid it down the cyber bar to them as an imaginary escape that we all enjoyed……and we all got loaded…..not on real liqour but on the elixor of brother and sisterhood created by MPIP.

Fast forward to when I met Lesley in person.  On her way to Ashevile, where she met Barbie Girl, I was in the hospital in Charlotte getting juiced on IL2.  At the time, I had an ex-wife stalking me with the hopes that I would die and she would get money, so my Surgical Onc put me in the hospital under an assumed name so I would not be bothered by that.

Now, Charlotte is a pretty big city and  as a result, you just can't just wander around in Carlinas Medical Center and stroll into patient rooms, let alone in the middle of the night.

Well, Lesley did.  It was the middle of the night, I was in ICU no less, with my skin looking like I was covered with potatoe chips and all sorts of tubes in me and I opened my eyes and there stood Lesley and Garth.

She just waltzed in.  How she got in, I will never know. even more I don't know how she got out !

David, who did not come in, was out circling the hospital and driving the getaway car and he and I both regret we did not and have not yet met.

But I am better for it.  We talked, embraced and made that eye contact and physical touch  of understanding that only cancer people can and then she and Garth  were gone.

In the last picture Barbie posted is Glenda, Dian and Lesley all of whom I have met in person,, there is only one living left in that picture and I do know she is better for it as well.

Smooch Lesley, I will never forget you, or David or your children.

Charlie S

Ahhhhhh, Lesley.  I sooooooooooooo remember her.  Many years back in MPIP history there was a lively bunch of Stage IVbees who chatted daily and supported one another in their travels, but there were shall we say, a somewhat less than poster children of melanoma cadre who collectively flipped off melanoma and squeezed every bit of life that there was each and every day? 

Well, Lesley was one of them.  At the time, Lesley, Trauble, myself and others would chat and post and stir up the masses on a daily basis, often sardonic, usually irreverent, normally suggestive and always pointed and directed to beleive that one of us might get out of here alive later, rather than sooner.

I was running the cyber bar here at the time with every person who entered chat, I would ask them what they would like to drink, even though most of us could not, but everybody spelled out their favorite drink and I digitally mixed it up and slid it down the cyber bar to them as an imaginary escape that we all enjoyed……and we all got loaded…..not on real liqour but on the elixor of brother and sisterhood created by MPIP.

Fast forward to when I met Lesley in person.  On her way to Ashevile, where she met Barbie Girl, I was in the hospital in Charlotte getting juiced on IL2.  At the time, I had an ex-wife stalking me with the hopes that I would die and she would get money, so my Surgical Onc put me in the hospital under an assumed name so I would not be bothered by that.

Now, Charlotte is a pretty big city and  as a result, you just can't just wander around in Carlinas Medical Center and stroll into patient rooms, let alone in the middle of the night.

Well, Lesley did.  It was the middle of the night, I was in ICU no less, with my skin looking like I was covered with potatoe chips and all sorts of tubes in me and I opened my eyes and there stood Lesley and Garth.

She just waltzed in.  How she got in, I will never know. even more I don't know how she got out !

David, who did not come in, was out circling the hospital and driving the getaway car and he and I both regret we did not and have not yet met.

But I am better for it.  We talked, embraced and made that eye contact and physical touch  of understanding that only cancer people can and then she and Garth  were gone.

In the last picture Barbie posted is Glenda, Dian and Lesley all of whom I have met in person,, there is only one living left in that picture and I do know she is better for it as well.

Smooch Lesley, I will never forget you, or David or your children.

Charlie S

I was very grateful to meet Lesley in Asheville. And Kag, and Glenda..all gone now. They were regulars in chat when I first came, and I spent hours and hours talking with Lesley. She was my rock in many ways.

My most enduring memory of Lesley was the evening she posted to the main board that she was starting with Hospice, that her time was drawing near. I read it with tears in my eyes, and went right to the chat room. Within minutes, Lesley came in there and was there the whole evening offering comfort to those of us who could not bear the idea of losing her.

I was very grateful to meet Lesley in Asheville. And Kag, and Glenda..all gone now. They were regulars in chat when I first came, and I spent hours and hours talking with Lesley. She was my rock in many ways.

My most enduring memory of Lesley was the evening she posted to the main board that she was starting with Hospice, that her time was drawing near. I read it with tears in my eyes, and went right to the chat room. Within minutes, Lesley came in there and was there the whole evening offering comfort to those of us who could not bear the idea of losing her.

Sadly, I never got to meet Lesley in person but we spent hours together in chat in the "old days".  That was back when the laughs were plenty and you'd find tears streaming down your face and when my husband would ask what I was laughing at, knowing I was on a cancer board, I was hard pressed to say exactly WHAT was funny, but it was.  Then those tears of laughture turned to tears of sadness when things got bad.  Still, Lesley was in chat nearly every night until just shortly before she died.  I will always remember her and everything she went through.  I'll ALWAYS remember the lonliness she was surprised to find and I hope her time in chat somehow helped to ease that. 

Rest in peace Lesley. 

DebbieH

Sadly, I never got to meet Lesley in person but we spent hours together in chat in the "old days".  That was back when the laughs were plenty and you'd find tears streaming down your face and when my husband would ask what I was laughing at, knowing I was on a cancer board, I was hard pressed to say exactly WHAT was funny, but it was.  Then those tears of laughture turned to tears of sadness when things got bad.  Still, Lesley was in chat nearly every night until just shortly before she died.  I will always remember her and everything she went through.  I'll ALWAYS remember the lonliness she was surprised to find and I hope her time in chat somehow helped to ease that. 

Rest in peace Lesley. 

DebbieH