Several years ago I had the pleasure of meeting a very special friend named Maria O’Kane. She told me the funniest tale about a trip she made on the subway and had me, my kids, and her daughter in stitches crying in the car. She was a great storyteller and her beautiful Irish accent always commanded attention by all. She was fascinating.
Maria has since passed away from esophageal cancer but she will never be forgotten by her family, relatives and friends. She was a force to be reckoned with. The following excerpt is worth a repost, I’d say.
May 21, 2011
Subject: I never learn
(an email sent from my Irish friend Maria)
Here is one for you. Real life no joke! I am on the subway just a few days ago and this bald lady in a white cap with head bent rocking back and forth is sitting opposite me, so I put 2 and 2 together and get 7. In my head I know what no one else understands she is a cancer patient, feeling nauseous and on her way to treatment probably. She is with another slim Asian lady, her chemotherapy buddy, I suppose. So, me being me, I stick my big beak in and I say “Excuse me, I am a recovering cancer patient too my dear. It will get easier. I had my last treatment two years ago and people don’t believe me when I say I am in recovery.”
To which she replies, very angrily, with almost a screech ” NOT cancer patient, no sick, I follow BUDDA this why I shave head, no need cancer treatment if believe in BUDDA. Budda crush cancer LIKE PEANUT”, like sooooooohhhhhhhh as she brandishes her fist at me. Holy shit the ground could have opened up and swallowed me. I said “Very sorry, I should mind my own business, glad you are not sick”. I could feel her eyes on my back as I walked away. I kept thinking for a religious woman, you sure are f*****g angry! Teach me to reach out and help anytime soon, I’d rather pick every one of my nose hairs out with a tweezers.
God has a bad sense of humour….. loves to humiliate me!
I’m off to bed just thought I’d share that!~ Irish Maria