Thursday, October 30, 2014


Thank you Coach Jim Jabir and the Dayton Flyer's women's basketball team for welcoming us to your practice tonight.  It really means a lot to us to share Melissa's story.

The photo was taken after the pink game a couple of years ago.  We followed Cassie Sant when she was at Fairmont (Melissa followed her too) and then at UD.  (Fairmont Girls Basketball now gives an award in Melissa's name - The Melissa Fortener McLaughlin B POSITIVE Spirit Award.  Cassie was the first recipient, just a couple months after Melissa passed away.

Like I said when I started, I could talk about Melissa all day.  But I only had a few minutes (the aroma of your dinner was making ME hungry!) so I want to tell you a little more about her.

Like all of you, she was an athlete.  When she was about 6 or 7, she had a couple friends who took ballet.  She begged me to go.  So we enrolled her.  After about the second week, I was dragging her to practice.  She hated it.  About the same time a friend of ours caught her after church one Sunday and said she needed some soccer players.  Although she only played soccer a couple of years, she was hooked.  She loved sports.  She played basketball and volleyball in high school.  When she went to OU, she discovered rugby.  Her new love.  After she graduated from OU, she lived in Dayton for awhile and played for the Cincy-Dayton Rugby Club.  Eventually she moved to Cincinnati and played for the Cincinnati Kelts.

It was the spring of 2003 when she felt the lump.   I'll NEVER forget that day.  She went by herself for the mammogram.  I went with her for the biopsy.  When the doctor came out and said "It's cancer" I was devastated.  I cried all the way home…and she said "Mom.  I'll be fine.  I need to get back to work…"  That was how she handled it for five years.

The original plan was to start with chemo, shrink the tumor, remove it and go from there.  The week after she was diagnosed, she went in to have a port put in (if you read the blog, she posts LOTS of pictures of procedures she had-the port is one of them).
It was outpatient surgery.  After routine urinalysis and blood tests, before the procedure, they told her she was pregnant.  So the original plan was scrapped.   The next morning she was supposed to start her chemo treatments and we went with her.  After about 10 minutes she came out.  The treatment was supposed to last for 3 hours.  She said "somethings wrong with the port.  I need to go back to the hospital".  She wouldn't let me go with her because "she had to get back to work."  But there was nothing wrong with the port - she was going to have an ultrasound to see how far along she was.  She said later the baby was waving at her.  So now she had a decision to make - terminate or go through with the pregnancy.  After stopping to talk to our parish priest (who thank God told her "Whatever decision you make God will understand") She decided not to terminate.  THEN she met me for lunch.  She got there first, and as soon as I sat down, she said "I'm pregnant".  I was devastated all over again. But she said "It's fine mom.  I'll just have a mastectomy first, then start chemo."  She was almost in the second trimester.  She played SIX games of rugby pregnant.  And the baby was fine.  Chemo would start as soon as the drains came out. Then she would be in her second trimester and the treatments wouldn't hurt the baby.  All was well.

So life went on.  She was living with her boyfriend in Cincinnati (they married the following spring), working in Dayton.  Treatments finally started in August.  She went every three weeks.  Never missed a day of work (worked late to make up the time she was out having chemo!)  And played rugby.
On October 19, 2003 she went into early labor at home after being in a friend's wedding.  Just after midnight, she gave birth to John Patrick (JP)…born sleeping.  He was the light at the end of the tunnel…and she lost him.  I didn't understand then…I have no idea how she kept going after losing her son. But she did.  She had another battle to fight and this was just another competition.  And she was going to win.

She married John March 12, 2004.  They bought a house in Finneytown.  She was in remission at the time.

In the spring of 2005, the cancer was back.  The chemo she was on gave her mouth sores, and her friends were calling checking up on her but she didn't want to talk - so she started the blog.  This is the second blog.  She took the  first blog - - down in the spring of 2008 when she was applying for jobs.  She quit the job she was working when she was diagnosed - too stressful.  Then she found a job through a Temp Service.  But she wanted a REAL job.  One that would use her degree…and she didn't want anyone to know she had cancer.  She was hired by the University of Cincinnati as the Marketing and Promotions Coordinator for the Co-op Program.  
All of that is in the blog.

Her last post was Christmas Eve 2008.  BLOGGING LIVE FROM HOSPICE.  She was pretty amazing.

I continued writing the blog - although I am not the writer she was.  She was funny and serious and her posts made you want more.  I just want her to be remembered.  I want to remember that she LIVED. Not that she died.

So I gave you the part between the diagnosis and the beginning of the blog.  She tells her story so much better than I do.  I hope you enjoy it, and I hope you remember to B POSITIVE.  She always said "no matter how bad you have it, there is always someone who would love to be in your shoes".  No matter what's going on in your life, or how the season is going…things could be worse.

Although we expect an amazing season from the you this year.  Good luck.  We'll see you at the games!

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