22 August, 2007

Song for a friend undergoing cancer testing

Please pray for my friend Queen Shenanay and the whole Beehive clan. QS is still undergoing cancer testing, has undergone the first surgery, and is preparing for more surgery and treatments.

She recently shared how there is strong evidence that links -parabens in lotions and other hair and skin-care products and make-up to cancer. Parabens have been found in cancer tumors, so she threw out all of her products containing methyl-, propyl- and all the other parabens that are to be found in many popular and recommended products that we buy and use.

Well, I rewrote a song in honor of QS encouraging all of our friends and homeschool moms to consider throwing out all products with parabens in them. This song has a background story to it. The short of it is that I had sent it to the Queen through another friend of ours so that they could learn it and we could all sing it together. Well, it's a Heavenly song, really it is...but they all worked on it just a couple of days before the Queen's diagnosis came down from her doctors. I was mortified, and it bothered me for a week or so. None of us could have known...so I was able to give it to God and pray that it didn't depress my friend.

In the spirit of keeping our blogs about bloggy things, and sharing in our commonalities and the things that brought us together as friends,
I rewrote the song for her to turn it around on its head, as an ode to the bad parabens.

My apologies to Annie Herring who wrote the original-CCLI #1692806.


"There's A Stirring"
sung A Capella

(altos begin softly with the lead line)
There's a stirring in my cab'nets.
Could it be the time has come?
When I throw away my lotions,
Say good-bye to my fav'rite one!

(tenors join a third below the altos, as per usual)
When I find another product
That does not ha-ave -par-a-ben,
I shall buy them for my facials;
Healthier will be my skin.

(add sopranos now, one third above the altos, singing what is normally a high tenor line)

Moisturizers and hand-cream lotions,
Hair-curling pro-ducts all so fair,
Out with my tea-scented leave-in con-dish'ner,
For my dry, slightly-processed hair.


SATB (mf):
Get rid of them all....
Get.....rid....of....the-em alllll!

Chorus:
(all parts, forte)

I will rise up,
I'll rise up!
Then I shall
wash my face
With good cleanser
from my space
Then I'll have more natural, heal-thy skin!

(altos only)
There's a stirring in my cab'nets.
Could it be the time has come?
When I throw away my lotions,
Say good-bye to the fav'rite one!

(tenors join)
When I find another product,
That does not ha-ave -paraben,
I shall bu-y them for my facials,
Heal-thi-er will be my skin,

(add sopranos)
Moisturizers and hand creme lotions,
Hair-curling pro-ducts all so fair.
Out with my tea-scented leave-in condish'ner,
For my dry, slightly-processed hair

Chorus all (forte):

I will
Rise up!
I'll rise up!
Then I shall
wash my face
With good cleanser
from my space,
And I'll have more
Natural, Heal-thy skin!!

(repeat chorus, fff)

(last line sung pianissimo, slowly and peacefully)

There's a stirring in my cab'nets...


They say laughter is GOOD medicine ;-)

Javamom

2 comments:

queen shenaynay said...

Javamom, you sweet thing. I never gave that a second thought. But then again, I'm your weird friend who likes a lot of hymns some people might think dreadfully morbid -- for an example: one of my favorites is an old, rousing, foot-tapping rafter-ringer called "Sweet To Rejoice In Lively Hope" to which the chorus goes "we are passing away, we are passing away, we are passing away to that great rising day." Maybe I'm strange, but I find that comforting. For the redeemed, death is life.

I'm sorry you fretted over sending me that song when you did. I thought it was lovely, and we WILL sing it together sometime.

Now then, your parabens song... Woman, you are a hoot! Thanks so much for the laugh on a hard day... I had a preliminary surgery this morning, and I'm writing this fast before the next pain pill kicks in... at which point I think I had better get offline before I start leaving comments that are a) incoherant or b) even longer than this one. ;-)

I love you, K-friend.

Javamom said...

Well, I look forward to teaching your little squire some foot-stomping cantos de la Iglesia en espaƱol. Then he can teach them to you!