There, along a fence and in metal pots, more flowers mark a path that leads to a shade garden and plots of vegetables and herbs the likes of which the 50-year-old mother of three hadn’t seen since she dug up her last potato as a kid in her hometown near Hartford, Conn.
“In the past when I would drive up to the house, there was nothing there,” she says to a visitor. “It was depressing. Now it’s so welcoming.”
Hers is not a community garden common to urban neighborhoods and open to the public. No, these nine or so plots are strictly for Raynaud’s pleasure and, hopefully, her healing, scattered about her front lawn in pastoral Milton, where just weeks ago weeds and brush grew.
When her son Louis drove her home from the hospital last month, he had an idea to build her a garden.
Kelly Reynaud had just spent 10 grueling days at Northside Hospital, where she’d gone after experiencing difficulty breathing.
Doctors discovered she had ovarian cancer, and an outsize cyst was pressing against her diaphragm. They would have to operate to remove it along with her ovaries and uterus.
On the drive home, Reynaud began naming the different flowers she saw dancing along the route home: dandelions, irises, wisteria.
“She lit up,” Louis Reynaud recalled. “It was the happiest I’d seen her in days.”
And there it hit him. A garden might be the thing she needed to get her through the impending chemotherapy sessions, to encourage her to fight the good fight.
He penned an email to family and friends to bring them up to date on his mother’s progress. It was an efficient way to communicate with lots of people at once without worrying about calling them or returning their calls. He mentioned the garden in passing.
Five minutes later, people started to respond.
“And it kept building and building,” he said.
“People I’d never met in my entire life were offering to help,” he said. “They didn’t know my mom. They didn’t know anybody in my family.” But all Louis knew was he needed dirt, a shovel and some plants.
By the time the donations stopped rolling in, he’d counted 500 different plants and more varieties than he had names for. He set the planting day for May 12.
The first five volunteers arrived on schedule at 8 a.m. By 8:30, there were 15 and then 40. By the end of the day, more than 80 had come.
Kelly Mellott, a spokeswoman for the National Ovarian Cancer Coalition, was there in spirit.
“Louis’ garden sparked a particular interest because he was a young man trying to do something for his mother going through treatment,” Mellott said. “It was so moving and just such a creative, beautiful and touching idea that we just knew we needed to help.”
According to the American Cancer Society, roughly 22,280 women will be diagnosed with ovarian cancer in the U.S. this year, and about 15,500 women will die from the disease.
What makes it so insidious, Mellott said, is the subtle and vague symptoms, which are often misdiagnosed, giving ovarian cancer the reputation as the cancer that “whispers.”
“Unfortunately, most cases are diagnosed in their later stages when the prognosis is poor,” she said. “However, if diagnosed and treated early, when the cancer is confined to the ovary, the five-year survival rate (after diagnosis) is over 90 percent.
Because Pap tests do not detect ovarian cancer, she said, the key to early diagnosis is awareness. And the key to awareness is knowing the subtle symptoms of ovarian cancer.
Kelly Reynaud said she had no symptoms. Then, on March 18, she couldn’t breathe.
Two months later, she said, the cancer diagnosis is still a complete shock.
So, too, were the gardens, she said.
“It really lifted my heart,” she said. “People I didn’t even know were coming up and talking to me. I was connected to these people and what I enjoyed was sitting back and watching them connecting to each other. There was such a bond. It was just overwhelming. The whole day was just incredible.”