Sunday, October 5, 2008
Who's going to buck me up with back and forth emails late at night? Who's going to say, "We can do this, C.," as we both approached our scans about the same time. She had me believing it. Now I'm not so sure.
Other than the jerk who misdiagnosed her early on, she was pro-everybody. If she had a negative remark, she always balanced it with a couple of positive ones. Her negatives, in regard to LMS, often had language as heard in Phyllis Diller's nightclub act but talking that way helped us keep from crying. You can be sure the "expletives deleted" have been many as I write this.
She couldn't say enough good things about family members. Rightfully so.
Betsy visited me at Moffitt after one of my thoracotomies. I looked like I'd been through four thoracotomies. She was perfectly groomed and lovely. Husband Pete not so bad either. I once remarked I loved penguins (she'd said Dr. Jarnigan, of MSK, looked very cute, just like a little penguin). We always referred to him as the cute little penguin doc, and she brought me a beautiful wooden one that day she visited.
Well, Betsy, I was going to light a candle for you here on the coffee table. Then I realized you'd damn me out for doing that in the presence of my oxygen!
I'm off to get my checkbook to send a donation to the LMS Direct Research Foundation.
Love, Carolyn Waddel
