For those of you who haven't read the beginning of my story you might want to check it out. I was misdiagnosed, mistreated and ignored. NO ONE believed I was actually sick. Because doctors, friends and family all told me there was nothing wrong it was very difficult for me to believe anything else. Yes I was bleeding terribly, in the worst pain imaginable and losing weight quickly. BUT, everyone insisted it was all in my head.
One night I had a dream. I remember this dream like I had it last night. The trees, water, bridge and Trish. In order for this to make sense I should tell you who Trish is or was. Patricia Silver was an amazing women, Professor and advocate for people with learning disabilities. She was the mother of my best friend Jessica Silver. I grew up with Jessica. We went to pre-school, elementary, middle school, high school and we were collage roommates. Trish has been a part of my life since I can remember.
Trish died of ovarian cancer on June 20, 2003. She left us before she could see her daughter walk down the isle or meet her beautiful grandson Eli. I was there the day Trish was told she had ovarian cancer. She was at the hospital with no idea that cancer was even on the table. Needless to say this was a devastating diagnosis. By the time the cancer was discovered it had spread and even though she fought as hard as she could she lost her battle.
In my dream I was walking over a bridge. Everything was gray. There were trees, water, grass but it was all gray. The bridge I was walking on was one of those that arches up in the middle. When I was at the middle there was Trish. She was holding a beautiful baby boy. At the time Jessica was 8 months pregnant and the baby Trish was holding was her grandson. She walked with me while she was holding the baby and told me, kindly, that I had cancer. She talked to me about how sad she was that she would never get to really hold her grandson, spend time with him and be the spectacular grandmother she would have been. Trish assured me that no matter how scary it was I needed to save my life and could not afford to continuing following the doctors instructions.
I know this sounds fictional but I swear on everything that is dear to me its true. The next day I went to the ER. This is not something I talk about much because it makes me sad. I miss her. Jessica's son is so amazing as is she. They deserve to have Trish in their lives. And, I owe my life to her!