A friend of mine pasted away this week. Becky was a wonderful spirit. I want to tell you a fun story about her, that captures her essences. Its hard to find one though. Not because there aren't many, but when I tell them, they don't seem right. I can pass on her words, but not her tone of voice, her facial expressions.
I have told her time and again that she saved my life. Really, she did. The third time my cancer returned the blood counts were up, my symptoms were starting to return, but for all the tests and scans the doctors were having a hard time finding the tumor. The one day at lunch, Becky looked at me.
What's wrong? You look like you have a headache.
Call your doctor and tell him.
I mean it.
I went back to work and didn't call my doctor. I worked with Becky's sister, Christy at the time. An hour after lunch Becky called to see what the doctor had said. When I told her I had not called yet she called Christy.
Go stand in front of her desk until she calls.
Christy did. I did. The intern was kind of impertinent.
We already did a scan of your brain.
I know, I'm just passing on the information. Do with it what you will.
They did another scan, and another and found a nickel sized spot on my brain.
There are other stories that are funnier. Really if you knew Becky, if her heard her talking through all of that, this story, as dramic as it sounds, is really just plan funny. I had a fit of uncontrolable laughter when they told me I had a brain tumor because of Becky. With Becky around it was impossible not to know that everything was just going to work out for the best. That no matter what, it would all be okay. And really, eventhough that incredible spark in her eyes has left, I can't help but feel like everything has worked out for the best. Its all going to be okay.