She's looking out for us

I shared the news of Elyse's death with some of my friends at my old job at MMI. They all remembered her as I hired her to create some gift baskets for guests on one of our travel programs. Of course, she went above and beyond and did the most lovely boxes of lotions and bath products, even repacking them when they were a little large to trek to Costa Rica, and taking the new boxes to my boss's house on a Saturday before his flight! Anyway, that was Elyse, she took such pride in her work and did a fantastic job.

The point of this long-winded story is that a close friend of mine there remembered Elyse so well and was quite affected by her passing. She's about to turn 39 and realized she's been putting off getting a mammogram for awhile. She made an appointment for one and convinced her friend, who's the same age, to do the same. Well, right after they talked about Elyse her friend found a lump in her breast, and went to the doctor who found one more. They were biopsied yesterday (I haven't heard any news on their status.) I like to think that Elyse was there and through her memory may have saved her first life. I have been struggling with ways to make her death mean something, and maybe this is small but it's a good way to start.