The Untold

Posted by becky on April 13, 2011 in Tribute to Stacy |

There was snow on the ground, the temperature was near zero with the wind chill in the negatives. It was an unfamiliar city, a cold sterile building and a little office inside a larger office on the fourth floor.

The diagnosis had been made Neurofibromasarcoma, no known cure, a beast of a cancer. Dr. Mia McCollin, a petite dark haired brown-eyed professional woman, a specialist in the field, spoke to us as a family, she concurred with the diagnosis in Georgia. Dr. McCollin explained the effect the chemo would have on his body and how his body would hopefully respond.

We had a beautiful  4-year-old son and Dr. McCollin explained that after chemo a sibling for Hampton would be out of the question. No problem, we were blessed, we just wanted to get the treatments underway.

Dr. McCollin looked at Stacy {my late husband} and ask that he join her in a little room to to the right of where we all sat in a waiting room. She said, “alone please”. With hesitation, as to need a hand to hold, he followed her into the small office. All I could see through the door was a desk, a bookshelf and certificates of some kind hanging on the wall.  In front of the desk was a chair, I watched as she motioned for Stacy to sit and she closed the door.

Time stood still, I am not sure if if was 5 minutes or 30 minutes. I sat there, still in shock from the news over the past few weeks trying focus on just getting the journey underway to beat this thing.

As the door opened, Stacy held back {the gentleman he was} to let Dr. McCollin exit the office first. Now, I wonder if this did not give him a few extra seconds to compose himself before seeing us. We had been married for almost 18 years, we knew each other well.

Dr. McCollin and Stacy’s facial expressions were solemn as they approached us. As Stacy’s eyes caught Hampton {our precious son}, Hampton said “Da-da” and the room was brightened by the sparkle in a proud father’s eyes and the sound of a precious boy’s laughter as Hampton wrapped his arms tightly around his da-da’s legs.

The mood was immediately changed to a an upbeat “let’s get these treatments started” kind of atmosphere. We caught a shuttle, we went back to the place we were staying and we started packing for our journey back to Georgia.

We never discussed that private consultation Dr. McCollin and Stacy had that day in Boston, the unfamiliar city, in a cold sterile building and in a little office inside another larger office on the fourth floor. I think I have an idea of the way their conversation may have went, it is only a guess.

But, what I know for sure, is that Stacy did not discuss their conversation with us in a effort to protect the one’s he loved more than life itself.


Becky 🙂

Stacy & Hampton

Hampton’s First Plane Ride

Pictures taken while we were in Boston at Mass General.


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