My Friend Karen
The first time I met Karen Loss, she threw a softball at me. Fortunately, I had a glove to catch it.
Karen and I were teammates on a co-ed team that was part of a recreational league in Northern Virginia. (Emphasis on recreational.) The Seekers were desperate for female players; those who were good were even better.
Karen was good. In fact, within a short period of time, she trained herself to be a pitcher, and consistently filled that bill for several years.
Today, she is battling inoperable Stage IV lung cancer. Two weeks ago, she started chemotherapy for the second time in 14 months. A few days before she started the regimen again, we spent a weekend afternoon together, taking pictures while she still has a full head of hair.
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