I’m going to take a moment in memoriam, if you don’t mind. Lisa Boncheck Adams died yesterday, at the age of 45. She leaves behind a husband and 3 young children. I wrote briefly about her last year, here. Back when I first met Lisa online, 5 or 6 years ago, she was always open about her experience with breast cancer, and clear that her “survivor” status was conditional. In October 2012 her disease recurred, metastasized.
She spoke plainly and openly about her treatment, dismissing both false hope and shock-mongering. She used her large Twitter following, in part, to remind everyone to get their medical tests, regularly. Not to delay.
Of course delay is what I wish she had had, of another sort. Lisa knew she was going to die early. But she had hoped to see another spring. Not to be. I’m going to spend today cleaning my house and tending to my garden. I’d be lying if I said I made my plans in Lisa’s honor, it’s just what I need to do. Plain speaking. Its companion, a moment of silence.
Resquiat in pace, Lisa, you served us so well.