Four score and about a year and a half ago, I met this lady named Dr. Foss. She was an adjunct professor hired for my student teaching semester to be the college supervisor for myself, and the only other Spanish student teacher at Meredith. We met on campus briefly one afternoon, and then settled down at the dinner for interns for a long conversation only to find that we had some of the most ridiculous things in common. First of all, her maiden name is Denton, which is what my last name is commonly mispronounced as. She started out in the theater department at Meredith when she was a student there (I started out in music) and she changed her major to Spanish after having a class with Dr. Mary Thomas (as did I). On a few occasions, she admittedly skipped Dra. T’s Spanish class, only to have the Dra. call her on her dorm phone to find out where she was (Dra. T would leave me voicemails or text me). She then studied abroad several times, and has since had a fabulous career teaching ESL and Spanish (as I do now) and is now a stay-at-home mom for her six year old, Lindsey.
While I was student teaching, we were to have required meetings after observations and I would drive to her house in Wake Forest (she didn’t have an office at Meredith, and my school was somewhat close) and we would drink hot tea, eat sweets and talk. We talked about our required school things, and well, everything else: crazy parents, Jesus, linguistic theories, etc.
In November of 2010, she was diagnosed with Multiple Myeloma, a rare cancer of the blood, and once she was admitted to the hospital she was in renal failure and the outlook was not good. After much prayer, chemo, more prayer, a bone marrow transplant, more prayer, more chemo, and some more prayer, Dr. Foss (or Angela, as I am finally able to call her) is at home with almost normal bloodwork, and some great, and unofficial news: she is in remission.
First, can I say, that this lady is one good looking bald lady. I mean, she just rocks it. My job for the summer is to hang out with her and Lindsey and help them get back into the swing of things. Angela was out of the home for several weeks and various family members and family friends stayed in their house with Lindsey and so things are a bit unorganized and Angela is working on getting all her muscle strength back, so everyday I help with the laundry, dishes and playing with Lindsey. It’s fun.
Anywho, Monday I stayed a little later, as Angela was waiting on a call from the doctor with test results that indicate whether or not she was on the road to remission or not (it can’t be official until the 6 month post-transplant mark) and she was. So, we celebrated with a latte and some Krispy Kreme donuts.
This is going to be a good summer. I’m already seeing that I’m going to be learning a lot in the way of patience, laundry skills, cooking skills, how to back straight out of a driveway in a mini-van, how to drive a mini-van once it is out of the driveway, and other just good life skills. God is good, y’all.