When I was in Jacksonville going through hell with my brother and ESLD at the Mayo Clinic, Connie invited me to her home for coffee. I'm so glad that I, along with my sister, got to meet and spend some time with her and her cat. The first thing I noticed that she was a little bit of a thing, not even 5 feet tall, and attractive...such beautiful ivory skin!
We were late getting there because we stopped to buy her a box of blueberry muffins, having heard that she ran out of them. So the following week, when I offered to take her to an appointment (to avoid the shuttle) she politely declined saying "I need to make sure I'm there on time so I'll just have a neighbor take me". Oh, okay....so she was a stickler for being prompt, thought I. :)
I remember what a big deal it was for Connie to change the litter box. She had to don a mask and gloves and be ever so careful whilst cleaning it. She followed her transplant team's instructions to the letter from what I gathered. I often pictured her as having been a master-sergeant in her youth.
She was the perfect hostess and she made our visit a learning experience in the end-stage liver disease and transplant process. She gave us a tour and served us tea....she had an immaculate home with a place for everything and everything in its place, quelle surprise! :)
I regret that newcomers will not have the benefit of Connie's expertise in all things liver, but many of us will continue to feel her presence here at HW. RIP, Hep93.
Hugs,
Mae
Post Edited (Mae be here) : 12/9/2013 7:20:41 AM (GMT-7)