my friend Liz Crisotfaro died last Thursday after a 5 year battle with ovarian cancer. She had a beautiful funeral. I could only hope at my funeral people would remember me as kindly.
I first met Liz when she and Tim came to my office for an ultrasound. Even though Dr. Breedlove delivered their baby, I had the privilege of telling them they were having a girl! I can still remember how excited They both were, especially Tim. I can't look at stephanie without thinking about that shadowy image on the ultrasound screen so many years ago.
I have many fond memories of Liz. When she first started working at UGH, she called me and told me one of my patients was completely dilated I had better hurry. I got there and she was only 2 cms dilated. This happened to me as a nurse and we laughed about it for years. Then there was the time we were getting Circus Pony ready to be Katie's 10th birthday gift. Neither of us had any idea what we were doing. We had a book on how to groom a horse. We went step by step reading it. It took us 4 hours and I'm not sure he even looked that great after we cut his tail short, but he was sparkly and we had fun. Both of us got better at it.
She was Hannah's godmother.
When I would have a delivery that had complications, she was always there with a supportive word to ease my angst. She always came in to help when we asked her. She is one of the best labor nurses and baby nurses I have ever worked with.
I had forgotten all about her pies until her brother in law talked about it at her funeral, but her dutch crumb apple pie was the best! I remember John especially loved it and she would make him one from time to time. I think I repressed it cause he liked hers better than mine.
When I recently was at her house I saw the book 90 minutes in heaven there. This was an awesome book. I hope she had read it, but even if she didn't I know she is free and in the glorious company of the blessed mother in the beautiful light of heaven.

3 comments:
My sympathy to you in the loss of your friend. Joy and I are at the moment losing a special sorority sister to cancer, also named Liz. Cancer is wicked stuff, and it is so not fair to take good people from this earth, but ours is not to know why. Hang on to the good memories.
At age 21 I lost my best friend to Colon cancer, she was 24 and had a baby girl less than a year old and my friend Pat was also, an only child. Pat's parents raised their Granddaughter. I am sorry you lost your friend. I know she will live on in your heart as Pat does in mine. And I am 70 years old now.
I am so sorry for your loss. My heart goes out to Stephy and her father.
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