Yesterday, I was meandering around the Driskill Hotel in Austin. I'm here for a conference. As the spouse. Complete with all sorts of planned activities. Whole Foods for lunch and a cooking demonstration followed by high tea at the hotel.
The woman beside me joked, "I didn't need to leave home to go to a supermarket." The woman on the other side of me? Breast cancer. In 2003. Still dealing with neuropathy and a few other issues. The joker asked the other woman how she was doing. I know that code talk. So I asked, "What was wrong?" It wasn't really a nosy question despite the fact I just met both of these women less than an hour earlier. Besides, I already knew the answer before I asked the question.
Having had enough of the planned activities, I decided it was time for a nap. As I approached the elevator, there was a woman on her cell phone sitting on the bench adjacent to the elevators. She wasn't being loud nor was she in an inappropriate location to be on the phone. The elevators are in a sort of cubby area. She had privacy. Until, of course, I walked over to use the elevator.
In the 30 or 60 seconds it took for the elevator to arrive, this is what I heard:
"She always took such good care of her body."
Immediately, I knew.
The rest of it.....
"She always ate right and exercised."
"Is it in her family."
"How old did you say, she's 32 or 33?"
"No, you did the right thing by calling to let me know."
And, I did the right thing by stumbling upon this conversation. A brutal reminder of how many, each day, are added to the club, now staring down the dark alley of disbelief, filled with questions and fear. And a reminder that we must all come together with common goals. Mets first. Fearless Friends. In it to end it.
On that note, happy weekend..... apparently, I will be preparing for the Frankenstorm stuff. This is reminiscent of last year. I had no idea about Irene until it was a reality. Irene spawned a tornado that bounced and skipped right around my house.
Sandy holds the possibility to last days and combine with some other weather to form the perfect storm.
Hell, I already live in the midst of a perfect storm......
My goal is to become a perfect storm... a disruptive storm..... the storm that forces change....