I was at the ball fields watching my son play baseball.
My mom called and said, “I talked to Edie.” Edie is Christy’s mom. My mom and Edie have been good friends since before I was born. I didn’t know what was going on, but I knew by the tone in my mom’s voice it wasn’t good.
Then she told me about how Christy and Jeff (her husband) had been on the lake a few days prior. She had taken a spill in the water and lost consciousness for a moment.
Later, she still wasn’t feeling right and so they went to the hospital.
When they left the hospital, they left with new words in their vocabulary… brain tumor.
That was just the beginning. From there would be tons of testing to find out what they were dealing with exactly.
And to find that out, they had to travel from their home in Atlanta to Houston.
After days of testing in Houston, and 2 weeks after the original fall at the lake, they were headed back home with a whole new set of vocabulary again. Only this time it was much more serious… Stage 4 Glioblastoma.
Stage 4 Cancer… Now What??
A few minutes have passed since I typed those last words in the paragraph above.
What do you do with that??
I’m pretty sure I was at the ball fields when I got that information, too. I cried. Hard.
In fact, I was at the ball fields a few times when I got updates via text from Christy’s Caring Bridge journal. All I know, is I wore sunglasses a lot at those games… and they were at night.
Okay… back to what do you do with that… Well, I’ll tell you what you do when you have an awesome attitude and the means… you go on a Disney cruise!!!
Yep… they pulled their kids out of school and went on a cruise. Christy was going to have to go for surgery in a couple of weeks, so they wanted to have some fun before she did that.
The next 18 months were filled with family time, a few trips, doctor’s visits, more surgery and treatments, and more family time.
I tried to leave them alone during this time because I wanted them to have special time together, but thankfully, I did get to see her just a few weeks ago. I cherish that.
This morning, I woke up to the news that she had passed in the wee hours of the morning at 4 am.
I bawled like a baby. Even though I knew it was coming, I bawled.
I regained my composure and started school with my children. My oldest inquired about the memorial. When I responded, I bawled again. My poor kids.
Now… let me be clear… when I say “The End”, I only mean the end of her spirit possessing her body.
Her legacy will live on forever.
She has had an enormous impact on so many lives.
Christy was a teacher at Pope High School in Marietta, Georgia. She taught anatomy and coached track.
If you go to her Facebook page, you will have the privilege of reading post after post from anatomy students whom were inspired to go into some aspect of healthcare and students she coached whom say she was why they kept running and continue to run today.
One such post, I just had to steal the picture.
I didn’t really steal it… I asked permission.
A past student of Christy’s named Gunnar posted it with this sweet message, “This is a reason to celebrate our coach and close friend’s life. Her smiles, her lessons, and every single moment we were blessed to have with her will be a part of every one of our lives. These are the moments we hold close, the moments where smiles and hard work were what we needed to make it through the next rep, the next race, and the next memory. Our thoughts and prayers go out to everyone who loves her and everyone she loved. Love you dolly, and thank you.”
He said in the comments that she took this picture of herself on his phone one day during practice. I think it’s a perfect picture to share. She was so silly!
Oh… and when I asked him if I could use his picture he said, “PLEASE DO!! She was an amazing part of my life and I want her life to be CELEBRATED! Sometimes the goofing off memories are the ones that should be remembered so we can be filled with happiness when we think of her life instead of the sadness of its end, so I would be honored if I could contribute to that celebration!”
He is so right.
People have had such awesome things to say about her all day long.
And then there was this beauty…
And… I’m pretty sure this is what her spirit looked like around 4am this morning when she crossed the finish line of life… (cliche, I know…)
She had such an amazing attitude!
One great thing that came of all of this is that she and her husband talked a lot about how they wanted to help people that have received this diagnosis.
They were blessed to be able to fly to different doctors in other areas, to travel with family and to just take time to be together. They understand that not everyone can do that.
They want to help and you can too
A fund has been set up in Christy’s honor.
It is the Christine Dahlhauser Fund and already in 13 hours it has raised almost $10,000!!!
They are asking for donations towards the funds in lieu of flowers. If you feel so moved, please donate. If you can’t donate, please share it.
They want to help others with this diagnosis. Help them help others.
Here’s a little bit of their story from their own mouths:
And, an article was also posted in the Atlanta Journal Constitution (AJC) about her.
Did I mention her memorial service will be held in a high school gym?? That’s how much she is loved!
It has to end
It all has to end at some point… this blog post and life.
I think I feel like if I quit typing, it’s solidifying that she’s gone.
I could type forever about her.
I got her hand me down clothes as a kid (after her sister, Nicki, wore them too).
I remember when her kids were born and looked up to her as a mother.
I see the love her husband has for her and she for him and it is so beautiful to watch.
A couple of things I read today said she left behind a husband and 3 kids.
That’s not true.
She has left behind countless lives.
Her husband. Her 3 kids. Her 6 siblings. Her mom and dad. Her in laws. Her 90 year old grandmother. Her nieces and nephews. Her past and present and future students and athletes. Her coworkers. Her friends. And me. She left behind me.
You won’t see me in the obituary notice, but I am still here and I miss her already.
I love you, Christy.
P.S. I apologize if some of this was rambling. It was therapeutic for me. I’m not reading it for errors, so forgive me for any you find.
P.P.S. I have to add… I am done crying. She would not want that to continue. I am ready to see everyone and celebrate her life!!!!