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Edited on Sat Mar-27-10 03:17 PM by northernlights
I was awake much of Thursday night; in my half-sleep, half-meditative trance I "spoke" with Kathy, remembering how when I was very little, she and Pam would swing me in the freshly washed sheets before folding them. And how she gave me riding lessons on her horse. My 1st canter, with her yelling sit down and her Irish steeplechase jockey boyfriend yelling stand up, as I happily bounced up and down. I realized I couldn't create her image in my mind, and then her face, as I last remember it, came through clearly. And I "saw" her lying in bed as she is now, and I sat with her and stroked her hair. And I bathed her in love and light.
I realized Friday morning I was too exhausted and stressed to call her right away. I decided it made more sense to wait until the weekend, when I'd had more time to digest the news, to rest, and to talk to her. I called my MLT program director to ask a question about the lab schedule, ask her if I could put her down as a job reference (yes) and gave her a heads up about my news. It was the first time I'd said the words out loud to another person, and I could barely speak. I was too emotional to even think of trying to talk to her. I had done a little research and confirmed that her 2nd marriage had lasted. So I also figured if I called on a Saturday, I'd possibly get her husband Mike first, and get more info on her situation, and just be more braced for it.
So I called around 2 this afternoon and she answered the phone. My bitter, raging unhappy sister who rode horses and danced with the top ballet teacher in Philadelphia has been replaced with a worn out, sweet woman with the voice of a young girl. Worn out is how she sounded and worn out was how she described herself before she even became ill. There were no recriminations, no recalling the past, other than her talking about how she'd never been very healthy, but ignored it until she couldn't ignore it any more. And how years ago her mil (a retired nurse) suggested celiac disease based on her symptoms. So she went on a gluten-free diet and that helped her quite a bit for some time. She had managed to teach Montessori for years (I'd always wondered. The last I remembered she would get migraine headaches from being around the screaming kids) and she loved it. But then she said she just was worn out. Just worn out. So she stopped teaching.
They've told her the last treatment -- next week -- will not be so bad as the prior one. She lives in a house by a lake with her husband and a chocolate lab. She said she's lived a peaceful, quiet kind of life. She has been to Maine several times and loves my favorite village up here. We talked about 20 minutes and then she said she was tired and needed to rest. But she was able to write down my phone number and address and of course I will be calling her back.
She assumed Pam had filled me in on all the details, and I didn't want to burden her with my non-relationship. So I still don't know for sure what kind of cancer she has, although based on what little she told me I'm guessing colon. And I don't know how much time they're giving her or any details. I'm thinking now I will call Pam, but I'll wait until Monday so I can leave a message without having to talk to her. That way, if she still hates me, she can just leave me a message giving me the information I need to know how to proceed. I also gave my boss a heads up at work...I'm thinking if I can manage it, I'll try to find a week to drive down to NJ to spend some time with her. It would help to know how much time she has, and at this point I have no idea...
Again, thank you all for your support. :hug: :hug: :hug: :hug: :hug:
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