Back in September, I went for my yearly mammogram. The hospital had completely changed the Women's Center-- moved walls, offices, new furniture and pictures. When I went back to the dressing room, I was startled to see they'd left those pictures alone --- the pictures of Williamsburg. I think I'd told you about them years ago, and when I saw them still there, I felt comforted. Of course, you are on my mind before, during, and after the mammo, but this was especially tender.
I couldn't help but wonder how you must've felt when you went for the mammogram and ultra sound that found the tumor. You had to know it was going to be bad....but maybe not as bad as it was? I remember every detail of the day you got the biopsy results. I was in Texas with Looli, sitting on her old black leather sofa. It was hot, even in the house, and my face flushed like I was embarrassed or had a fever. You told me all of it - Stage IV, and in your liver. I don't remember if I went off and cried right then, or waited til that night. The kids were pretty young and I imagine I didn't want to upset them.
I'm sure Robert doesn't remember you now, but for a long time, every time we said "Meemaw," he would pipe up "Chwisty!"
I miss you so much. Every day. All day.
Love,
Mrs. Flaherty
