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Thank you for laying bare your unending grace, your heroic advocacy, and your pure
got to know the Professor for only the last several months of her time on Earth.
I called her Professor through every encounter. She never asked me to call her
anything different because I’d like to think it reinforced and affirmed a small part of
who she was outside the hospital. Please bear with me as I continue.
The Professor engaged very thoughtfully with the Buddhist Plum Village tradition
and its saintly founder Master Thich Nhat Hanh, whose words I will share on
The Professor left me with more stories than I need for this event but not as many as
I wish I had to carry with me for wherever my journey takes me. Here are three.
The very first time I encountered the Professor she shared with me her worry and
anxiousness around an inability to cry. Over the ensuing months, I would come to
understand and navigate how much the disease had impacted the Professor’s affect.
One of the frustrations clinicians shared was figuring out how engaged and
cognitively sharp the Professor was at any given time. And if you know how sharp
she could be, you might have a glimpse into imagining how much that might have
frustrated her. In fact, it wasn’t unusual that the Professor would demonstrate
subtlety and sarcasm that would confuse us as to how alert and aware she was.
By most accounts, the Professor was warm, generous, and - outside of the hospital -
an easy grader.
I don’t know if the Professor ever overcame being unable to cry. Or, if she cried at all
to be honest. I wonder what it would mean to her to know how many tears have
Master Hanh writes: Breathing in and out, I am aware of the fact that I am of the
nature to die; I cannot escape dying. I am of the nature to grow old; I cannot escape
old age. I am of the nature to get sick. Because I have a body, I cannot avoid sickness.
Everything I cherish, treasure, and cling to today, I will have to abandon one day. The
only thing I can carry with me is the fruit of my own action. I cannot bring along with
me anything else except the fruit of my actions in terms of thought, speech, and
Another anecdote I will reflect on was when an odd discussion emerged among the
ICU staff: nurses, therapists, physicians, social workers, and chaplains were debating
whether there was a feminine equivalent to the compliment men receive as
“charming”. I don’t know how this became a topic that engrossed so many and
elicited such strong opinions for a few hours, but I swear this is absolutely true.
Some suggested the closest you could get was something like maybe alluring?
a sexual tone the original word did not. “Shoot! Let’s ask the Professor.” I brought
this dilemma to her and she flatly said, “Don’t be misogynistic — the word you’re
Master Hanh writes: “It is only because of our misunderstanding that we think the
person we love no longer exists after they ‘pass away.’ This is because we are
attached to one of the forms, one of the many manifestations of that person. When
that form is gone, we suffer and feel sad. The person we love is still there. They are
around us, within us, and smiling at us. In our delusion we cannot recognize them,
and we say: ‘they no longer are.’ We ask over and over, ‘Where are you? Why did
you leave me all alone?’ Our pain is great because of our misunderstanding. But
the cloud is not lost. Our beloved is not lost. The cloud is manifesting in a different
form. Our beloved is manifesting in a different form. If we can understand this, then
The third anecdote comes towards the very end of her final City of Hope
hospitalization. Perhaps not surprising to those present here, she wasn’t particularly
fond of the food at the hospital. On this day, when the Professor had been cleared by
the medical team to enjoy an unrestricted diet, a nurse shared with me that the
I consulted with the Professor’s nurse, her Social Worker Nicole, and I decided to
risk what had been a relationship with Deborah that had until then been marked by
courtesy, collaboration, and respect. I ran to the Starbucks on campus grounds and
brought back a donut. I sheepishly asked Deborah to step out of the room and
shared with her my misdeed. I did so acknowledging the complexity and the
Professor’s long term goals and her immediate gratification under difficult
circumstances. Feeling like a bad cop for denying the Professor that donut in the
moment and also potentially contributing to a moment that might plague her with
Deborah said: “OK, a piece.” I handed her a plastic knife and she cut the smallest
have a treat for you! The big reveal was initially underwhelming. The Professor
couldn’t recognize what she was looking at as a donut. And so we said: “It’s a donut!”
The surprise on her face was palpable. She looked into the depths of my soul —
stared right through me — and plainly, and directly, said, “I love you”.
And she meant it. With all the sincerity anyone can ever say those words, she looked
at me with everything she could muster, and convinced me of its truth in an instance.
Master Hanh writes: “When you visualize yourself and your beloved in three
hundred years’ time, you just feel so happy that you are alive today and that your
dearest is alive today. You open your eyes and all your anger has gone.” End quote.
The Professor was never far from accessing the sacred herself. I would often ask her
after a tough or emotional encounter: and what would the Buddha say if he was here
in the room with us right now? And the Professor never shied away being brutally
I ask you to join me in observing a moment of silence. Do what you must to embrace
and embody the sacred here and now. Clasp your hands, and bow your heads,
whatever… but do so accepting that your intention has the power to sacralize this
….
Thank you.