Thursday, August 4, 2011

Guest Blog Post (By an Old Friend of Rachel's)

Hi Folks!!!  My name is Cyndia Rios-Myers but you can all call me Cindy.  I am stepping in for Rachel this week to update her blog for her and let me apologize in advance for the length of this entry!!

As all of you know, Rachel is in the fight of her life.  She is currently taking a breather after a rough round of chemo in order to recover for a bit before she jumps back in the fight.  Actually, even as she is trying to recover some of her strength, she is currently plotting an alternate method of attack against the cancer. 

You know, I almost feel bad for the cancer as I would never want to get on Rachel's bad side.  I have been in awe of her ever since I met her.  It was a cool day of October in 1994 when I first met her.  (Actually, I don't remember the weather of the day when I first met her.  It was the second or the third day after arriving at Great Lakes Naval Training Center for boot camp;  I was too damned frazzled and shell-shocked to know what was going on.)  The people who organized the groups of recruits that would comprise separate companies had us all sit down at tables in a huge conference room.  I was a scared little seventeen year old who looked at the red-rope wearing Petty Officers with a mixture of fear and admiration.  Sitting at my table was a jaded and unimpressed looking girl wearing the same Navy blue sweats that I was.  She actually looked kind of bored which stood out to me as the rest of the booters like me seemed to be freaked out.  Breaking the silence was a Petty Officer who went to the podium and spoke over a microphone to get everyones attention.  The Petty Officer alerted us that we had arrived at the "Time of Truth".  Apparently, it was our last chance to be able to come forth with any crime or trouble we had gotten into that we had not divulged to our recruiter or had not come up during whatever cursory investigation they do to potential Navy recruits at MEPS.  Immediately, I freaked out.  I was sure that there was something in my background that the Navy would find out about me (it didn't matter that no such thing existed).  A recruit then asked the girl with the bored look if she had anything to report.  She laughed a bit and said that she had done some stuff but that no, she would not report it.  She said that she was sure that no Navy Petty Officer was going to go to her town in bumfrack Ohio to find out what she did.  I was in shock and awe.  We got grouped up into the same company - Company 903.  Seaman Recruit George got along with everyone as everyone liked her.  Even our Company Commander liked her.  The next time Seaman Recruit George impressed me was in the gas chamber.  She was one of two recruits whom the gas chamber had no affect on.  She laughed at the Damage Control Petty Officers when they kept her after everyone else left the atrocious room.  I stood outside the gas chamber, drooling like a basset hound while tears and glow-in-the-dark green snot dripped off my face when George came out of the Gas Chamber with a smile on her face.  Her and the Damage Control Petty Officers were really tight then. 

I lost contact with Rachel after Boot Camp as I was a Seaman who went to Florida and she was an Airman that went...somewhere kind of boring, I think.  I found her again on a military reunion website back in 2008.  We caught up on old times and I marvelled at how beautiful her first daughter was.  I bragged about my son too and it was almost like old times with the only difference being that I could relate to her better then as we had very similar lives.  Then, my husband (who is a Sailor) got orders to California in 2009 which is where we are now.  The day that Rachel updated her Facebook status with her diagnosis of cancer floored me.  I still remember the updates she made while she was at the hospital. 

I am still so proud to be Rachel's friend.  I don't know when (if ever) I'll see her face-to-face again, but I still count her as one of the people who has known me through some of the huge milestones of my life.  I check her updates on Facebook and I read her blog.  I am Catholic and I pray for her at Mass every Sunday.  When we pray the rosary every night, I name her too. 

What I know is that Rachel George-Greenwalt, a.k.a. Seaman Recruit George, is as tough as they come.  She is a calculating fighter who knows how to identify the strengths and weaknesses of her opponents which is what she is doing right now.  Stay tuned, folks.  Rachel's got so much in store for everyone. 

You can follow my blog at if you are bored and have nothing better to do. 


  1. Thank you for the update on Rachel, and I will continue to intend that her medical team is being guided to provide miraculous solutions and that she is getting everything she needs for a successful assault on this health crisis, for the highest and best good of all concerned... so be it and so it is!

  2. Dear Cindy, Thank you for this update. I've never met Rachel but we have communicated via e-mail. I am a cancer survivor myself (different than hers but we did share a surgeon). We are really pulling for Rachel. Bless you, George Landes

  3. H, I heard about Rachel from a from another cancer survivor. I am also a survivor and a fellow graduate of Great lakes. (company 189, 1975) Rachel you are in my Prayers!

  4. I remember that last opportunity of truth in boot camp, and Rachael and I wouldn't have made it past each week without keeping each other awake. Thanks for the flashback and continuing to be there for our "George."

  5. Wow, Cindy, great memories, being that I was Seaman Zinda with you both at boot camp! So, here is what I remember of, you, George...sweet, hard-headed, no nonsense, Petty Officer LOVED you, worked hard, short, a ball of energy. I don't remember everyone from boot camp, but George stuck out for me in my memory until I found her on facebook, almost 20 years later. WOW. What a dynamo. A lasting effect on me, forever. Hats off to my boot camp buddies- thanks for posting this Rios.

  6. After being in relationship with Wilson for seven years,he broke up with me, I did everything possible to bring him back but all was in vain, I wanted him back so much because of the love I have for him, I begged him with everything, I made promises but he refused. I explained my problem to someone online and she suggested that I should contact a spell caster that could help me cast a spell to bring him back but I am the type that don't believed in spell, I had no choice than to try it, I meant a spell caster called Dr Zuma zuk and I email him, and he told me there was no problem that everything will be okay before three days, that my ex will return to me before three days, he cast the spell and surprisingly in the second day, it was around 4pm. My ex called me, I was so surprised, I answered the call and all he said was that he was so sorry for everything that happened, that he wanted me to return to him, that he loves me so much. I was so happy and went to him, that was how we started living together happily again. Since then, I have made promise that anybody I know that have a relationship problem, I would be of help to such person by referring him or her to the only real and powerful spell caster who helped me with my own problem and who is different from all the fake ones out there. Anybody could need the help of the spell caster, his email: or call him +2349055637784 you can email him if you need his assistance in your relationship or anything. CONTACT HIM NOW FOR SOLUTION TO ALL YOUR PROBLEMS'