In fall of 2005 I started graduate school in the field of mathematical sciences. After being out of school for close to a year, going back was a major adjustment. Well, major is the wrong word. More like I was questioning whether or not I belonged. I was quickly overwhelmed and felt like I was doom.
Enter Patti.
Mid-way through the semester I finally got a desk in an office with other grad students. One of them introduced to me our neighbor, Patti.
"Hi, I'm Patti. I have cancer."
Patti is one of the older grad students still in the department. Patti has Premium Link Upgrade . Instead of letting it break her spirit, she tried her best to joke about. She would look at us all pitiful and say meekly with her cutest face "I have cancer" to get what she wanted.
When her hair started to grow back from the radiation she would take off her ballcap and point to the little red strands and their cuteness.
Patti also had a wealth of experience. When I would get down, frustrated, or worried, she would switch out of cute mode and go into serious mode, and tell me what she had seen happen to other students and how I was far from the worst student the department had ever seen.
Yes, I had threatened to **** her on occasion when she would just plop in our office and sing-song my name over and over again. Once I have said "If you don't shut up I'm gonna finish the job the cancer started." She would just smile and say "Love you too, Matt-Matt!"
I finished up my work for my masters over a month ago, and even before then I had only been around the office sporadically.
I just got a call from another friend of mine in the grad department.
Patti's been in the hospital for weeks. She was on ICU, but she's off now.
...the doctors don't think she's going to leave the hospital.
My girlfriend needs to do a couple of things so I'm typing as I wait. Which is probably good, since I was freaking out a bit ago and have since calmed down a little bit. But shortly we're rushing to the hospital.
Please, everyone... I know this might sound cliché, but if you could take a moment to keep Patti in your thoughts and prayers I would greatly appreciated it.
Thanks.
-Matt
Enter Patti.
Mid-way through the semester I finally got a desk in an office with other grad students. One of them introduced to me our neighbor, Patti.
"Hi, I'm Patti. I have cancer."
Patti is one of the older grad students still in the department. Patti has Premium Link Upgrade . Instead of letting it break her spirit, she tried her best to joke about. She would look at us all pitiful and say meekly with her cutest face "I have cancer" to get what she wanted.
When her hair started to grow back from the radiation she would take off her ballcap and point to the little red strands and their cuteness.
Patti also had a wealth of experience. When I would get down, frustrated, or worried, she would switch out of cute mode and go into serious mode, and tell me what she had seen happen to other students and how I was far from the worst student the department had ever seen.
Yes, I had threatened to **** her on occasion when she would just plop in our office and sing-song my name over and over again. Once I have said "If you don't shut up I'm gonna finish the job the cancer started." She would just smile and say "Love you too, Matt-Matt!"
I finished up my work for my masters over a month ago, and even before then I had only been around the office sporadically.
I just got a call from another friend of mine in the grad department.
Patti's been in the hospital for weeks. She was on ICU, but she's off now.
...the doctors don't think she's going to leave the hospital.
My girlfriend needs to do a couple of things so I'm typing as I wait. Which is probably good, since I was freaking out a bit ago and have since calmed down a little bit. But shortly we're rushing to the hospital.
Please, everyone... I know this might sound cliché, but if you could take a moment to keep Patti in your thoughts and prayers I would greatly appreciated it.
Thanks.
-Matt
