I not Y
This is another story from the cancer floor that I worked on. I met this sweet lady on her first admission to the floor for her workup and first chemo treatment. She was a very unique person. Sybil was deaf. We always have to do an admission interview on each patient no matter if they went home the day before. It amazed me how swift the interview went. Sybil was very good at reading lips. She could talk up a storm. Sybil talked in a normal tone of voice, not loud like most deaf people.

She was a very calm person and loved to laugh. Her only visitor was a son and he came only when he could get a ride. They lived about 50 miles away from the hospital.

Sybil was a regular patient that came in about every four to six weeks for treatment. She lost all of her hair after the first treatment. She said it did not matter, she knew she was better looking than Yul Brenner.

When my daughter, Terri, worked two summers as a candy striper, she and Sybil became buddies. Terri came and sat with her after her shift ended and waited around to go home with me. You could hear loud laughter when ever those two got together. Terri has the gift of gab too. Sybil loved pro baseball and pro football. She always had the volumn off. She cheered and ranted and raved with each game. You could go into her room at any given time when a game was on. She could tell you play by play of what was going on.

Sybil had a hobby of making things out of clothes pins. I still have a rocking chair that she made me. Once she drew a map of Oklahoma and Arkansas depicting each county. She made us all one to use when tornado warnings and watches were out. Now we would know all the counties and where they were located.

When Terri graduated from high school, she sent Sybil an announcement. She told her she did not want a gift, that knowing her was enough of a gift to last a lifetime.

One day in the mail, Terri recieved a package in the mail. Sybil bought her an ID bracelet. Terri treasured that bracelet even if Terri was spelled with a Y instead of an I. Sybil came in one last time. Before she died, she said that Terri would always be the friend that made her feel wanted and loved besides her nurses. She enjoyed and looked forward to her visits.

Sybil died peacefuly in her sleep not long after that.

It only takes a small gesture from a stranger to make a person happy. I am so glad that Terri met her and to know what an impact that she made on a patient who knew her days were limited. Terri also learned that you can admire and love a stranger and that person turned out to be an unforgettable friend. Terri still talks of Sybil with pride and admiration.

07/15/2003
Lee
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