The Story of Pony ExpressionsPony Expressions has been in the works since 1981, and has come to fruition as a labor of love.
In 1981, at the age of seventeen, I was diagnosed with Hodgkin's Disease, a cancer of the lymphatic system. During that time, a dear friend of my mother's sent me a small pony figurine along with a copy of The Pony Story. I eventually beat Hodgkin's Disease (after two surgeries, chemotherapy and radiation), and went on to live a wonderful life, including marriage to the love of my life, giving birth to three beautiful daughters, and a satisfying career in marketing. Life was good, and my pony was always there.
Years later, my cousin Karen was battling breast cancer at the age of 40. I sent the pony to her, and it stood watch on her nightstand until she died. Her husband returned it to me, in a bittersweet moment.
Later, my best friend Jen was having difficulty conceiving a child, and was feeling pretty down. I passed the pony on to her, and it accompanied Jen to her subsequent fertility treatments. She went on to have not one but two beautiful daughters.
When my own mother was diagnosed with breast cancer, Jen passed the pony along to her. That pony lived in mom's purse for months, traveling with her to and from radiation therapy until the cancer was gone. Shortly after that, mom gave the pony to her dear friend Ruth, who was fighting a much tougher battle with breast cancer. Ruth had that pony until she died in 2011, and it continues to "live" with her husband in Oregon.
In 2008, I was diagnosed with breast cancer. A week after my diagnosis, my mom was diagnosed with lung cancer. Yep, it was a year full of horse !@#$% for sure. My friend Jen gave me a small ceramic pony, and I realized that I had to find a pony for my mom. I searched high and low, all over the internet, in every shop I could find, and I had NO luck finding anything suitable. Until my daughter's 3rd grade field trip, when I came across a small, carved gemstone pony. Not only was it beautiful, but the stone was also believed by some to hold healing properties. It was durable, just the right size for a pocket or purse, and fit perfectly in your hand. That pony, made of jasper and named "Jasper," was with my mom at every chemo session and doctor's appointment. She died with Jasper in her hand, which gave us all an odd feeling of calmness, knowing she had comfort at the end.
Since that time I've purchased ponies here and there for friends in need. One had a brain aneurysm. Another a divorce. Far too many have been diagnosed with cancer of some kind. All were so appreciative of the pony and what it stands for.
In this crazy world of ours, good news is hard to find and hope can be fleeting. So my family and I decided to share the pony, and its story, with all of you. My husband came up with the name. My daughters are our assistants. My friends share their expertise and opinions. And my dad, with a lifetime of business experience and a very personal connection to the story and its meaning, is our most trusted advisor.
The pony has been our family’s talisman of hope and healing (with a dash of laughter) for generations. We hope these ponies will do the same for you.
Always remember (and sometimes it's hard), no matter how deep the pile may be, there's gotta be a pony in there somewhere!