(♪ doorbell ring)
(♪ opening music starts)
(♪ doorbell ring)
(music ends)
Morning, Joey.
Morning?
It's like a morgue in here.
> You want me to make some coffee? > Coffee time ended four hours ago.
So, I realized I hadn't seen my favorite sister all week, so I thought I'd mark the
occasion by bringing her a little present. > Is favorite the same thing
as only? > Whatever.
> You're tired. Let me give you
a hand.
It's a laptop.
A laptop computer. > I already have a computer.
> Yeah, well, I knew you were due for an upgrade.
Besides, with this thing you can move it from room to room or take it with you
when you go somewhere, should you ever leave the house again.
> Don't start, Joey.
> Ta-da...all charged up
and ready to go. You won't have to plug it in again for a couple of days.
> You spend way too much money on me, Joey. You got me a TV and a
Blu-Ray player. > Both of which you've never turned on. And look, here's
the best part. Wireless internet.
I set you up with an account you can be online all the time. > To do what?
> I'm glad you asked. Besides emailing your friends.
Well...me.
You can also spend time getting back to your favorite hobby. > And what
would that be? > Geneology! Remember all those charts
you made and all the books you researched and how you used to bug
Grandma about stories about our family roots and stuff? > That was a long
time ago. > And now is the perfect time to get back into it.
Look at the site I found.
See? It's a whole website about researching family history.
People from all over the world log on here and share information
and talk about, you know, tracing
geneology stuff.
Becca, I'm doing everything I can to help you. You've been couped
up in here for almost a year. Your whole world is inside of this
house. It's just not healthy. If you could just get interested in something
maybe. > I appreciate what you're trying to do. And I'll
try and get interested and mess with this family website whatever thing.
Okay?
> Okay.
Sorry, I gotta run off. Mary Patrick has basketball this afternoon.
I'll be back on Thursday to mow your yard.
> Fine. > See ya.
(shower sound)
You're up early. > I remembered I left some papers at
my apartment. Between a pitstop there and the security line, I'll be lucky if I
don't miss my flight.
> Did you remember to pack your sinus medication? > Honey, drug
reps never forget their own meds. Why do you think you have to worry about me
so much? > Fiancee' job description!
> I'll call you tonight.
'Welcome Rebecca Norris. You are already logged in.'
Because your brother knew you wouldn't do it yourself
and didn't leave anything to chance.
(types) I am
looking for
information on
the name Norris
in the town
of Spokane,
Washington around
1922. Thanks,
Becca Norris.
Alright, Joey.
I did it. Happy now?
Which one of you is Becca
Norris? > I am. > Would you please fill these out for me?
Dr. Newsome will be with you shortly.
Becca, you look exhausted.
Did you sleep at all last night? Have you eaten
anything today? What about Brett? Did he call last night? > Yes, I
am. No, I didn't. No, I haven't.
And yes, he did. Would you mind forming your questions in
smaller groups? I've got a lot to fill out here.
You didn't eat much yesterday, either. Becca, you're gonna make yourself
sick. > You're starting to sound like my mother, Suz.
> Have you told her about your lump? > No.
She's only interested in good news.
> Barbara Rebecca Norris?
> Ya happy? I didn't finish. Because of
you, I'm gonna get an 'F'. > Sorry.
(typing sounds)
> You can get dressed now. The nurse will show you to my
office.
(typing sounds)
> Well, here's what we've got.
After looking at your films and checking your history,
I'm of the opinion we should schedule you for surgery as soon as possible.
Now, we can get you into St. Vincents by tonight or first thing
tomorrow. We could do your procedure as early
as the 10th. > How long will I be in?
> Probably 5...6 days. > 6 days?
It takes 6 days to recover from a simple lumpectomy?
> Lumpectomy? Ms. Norris, you don't seem to be
following me. These images indicate an advanced malignancy in your
left breast and the beginnings of the same in the right.
We're talking about a total mastectomy on the left, and, at best
a modified-to-total on the other.
> Are you sure? I mean, I thought I'd have outpatient
to remove a lump. But, I mean, losing both breasts...
I'd rather than - > Die is what you'll do if you don't have the surgery.
> What about a second opinion? > Well...
of course you have the right to do so. But I
feel obligated to tell you that any kind of delay will only worsen
your situation, and you don't need a second opinion on that.
The sooner you have those breasts removed, the greater your chance for
survival will be. > These breasts are part of what
makes me a woman, Dr. Newsome! > Your breasts
are diseased...and left untreated, are a threat to your life expectancy.
They do not determine who you are.
> I wonder what your reaction would be if your wife showed up in bed
tonight without hers. > What's that?
> Nothing. I'll call you when I've had a chance to think
it over. > Fine. I'm sure you'll do the
sensible thing.
(♪ computer chime)
(clicks to open message)
(reading) 'Dear Ms. Norris, I read your inquiry
and one of my chess partners is named Norris. So I tried
to find out some specifics for you. He said he
has some relatives in Spokane and will ask around.
Do you have any first names for him to go on?
I'd be more than happy to follow through with this for you.
Email me back. Sincerely,
Dean Stovall'
> Great, my
first contact is a chess nerd with lots of free time on his hands!
(phone rings)
> (answering machine) Please record your message after the tone.
(beep) > Hey, Becca. It's Suzi.
Just checking in on you. Hope you're doing okay.
Call me sometime. Call me ANY time!
I really want to hear from you, okay? Love you.
Bye. (beep)
(types)> Dear Mr. Stovall,
It is nice of you to offer to
help with my search. My
paternal grandmother's name was Mildred.
I have no idea what her maiden name was.
She died in
1986.
Please don't go out of your way to
find information for me. It is not life or death.
Thanks, Becca Norris.
Don't go out of your way...in fact, please ignore me and
get back to your chess club. That would suit me just fine.
(♪ phone rings)
(Answering machine) > Please record your message after the tone.
(beep) > Rebecca, it's your mother. Pick up.
> No thanks. > Rebecca, I haven't talked to you in three
weeks, now pick up! > How do you even know I'm here, Mother?
> I know you're there. Your brother said he saw you this morning and it still
looked like you hadn't been out in weeks. > Thanks, alot Joey. > Rebecca,
you have got to get out of that house! I read in a psychology magazine
that locking yourself up like this is a type of illness called...
agraphobia. > It's agoraphobia, Mother, and
I don't have it. > There's horrible stories in here
about people who haven't left their homes in years...most of them found
dead by their neighbors. > They were afraid to go out, Mother. I choose to
stay in because you're out there. > I can't keep talking into this silly recorder.
Call me when you get this message. You need help, Rebecca,
this is not a healthy way to live. You need to see a psychiatrist.
(beep) > Love you too, Mother.
(computer chime)
(clicks to open message) (reads) 'From
D. Stoval'...give me a break...
(reads) 'Dear Ms. Norris, I read your message
when I got home from my morning workout. Granted
it's not a lot of information to go on, but we shouldn't give up hope.
I've sent out feelers to a few of my
resources. We'll see what turns up.
I see you sent your message at 10
thirty a.m....you must have an interesting job
or nontraditional hours that allow you to be home at that time.
What do you do for a living? I myself
am a software developer, and I'm lucky to be able to conduct my
business from home. I will get back to you with any information
I receive. Meanwhile, keep in touch.
Dean Stovall.
P.S...and rest at ease
I'm not going out of my way for you... and even if I were, aren't
you worth it?'
> (laughs)
You wanna know what I do for a living, Mr. Chess Club?
This! This is what I do!
I overeat and I overdrink
and sometimes, I don't even shower for three or four days!
I also collect disability, ignore my friends and family, and
pray for a premature death! This is what I do
for a living and I am miserable!
And you're gonna know about it.
(types) Mr. Stovall,
Just who do you think you are? I don't even
know you and you're asking intrusive questions like what I do
for a living. The truth is, I don't do a stinking
thing from morning til night except sit around. How's that?
I don't play chess or
work out or program computers.
My life is my business and you have no right
to pry where you're not wanted. And as far
as being worth it...I'm not!
And that is none of your business, either,
jerk! Becca Norris.
(stops typing)
Lucky for you I'm not really going to send this.
Except I just hit Send instead of Delete!
Good job, Becca. Now you make
strangers hate you, too.
Honey, I
...I don't know what to say. > Well, I'm supposed to go
in tomorrow morning for all the preliminary stuff, and then
the procedure should be done on Thursday
Brett...I know it's alot to ask,
but is there any way that you could be here?
> Sweetheart, you know I would do anything to fly back early, but tomorrow's
the last day of the conference, and it's the day of my big presenta - > Never
mind...just forget I asked.
I know how hard you've been working on everything.
I've got Suzi...and Joe and...
Mother. > I'll be back in town on Friday
and I'll make a beeline straight to the hospital. How's that sound?
> It...sounds wonderful.
I can't tell you how much I miss you.
> Same here.
> Love you. Good night.
(dialing)
> Hello?
> Mother. > Rebecca?
Is everything allright? > Yes.
Why do you ask? > Because I can't remember the last
time you called on a weekday. Is Brett okay?
> Brett's in San Francisco, Mother. He's fine.
Listen, there's only one way to say this, so I'm just going to spit it
out...I'm checking into St.
Vincents tomorrow, and on Thursday, I have to have surgery.
It's sort of an emergency. I have cancer in both
breasts. > Are we talking mastectomy?
> Yes. Maybe on both sides.
> Will Brett be back in town? > Brett will still
be in San Francisco, Mother. > Oh. Well, then,
I suppose I'll need to call your brother. > You don't need to do that.
I'm fine. > I never doubted that, Rebecca.
It's just that you have to consider how things like this affect the people around
you, not just... > Mother... > I just can't help thinking how this is all because of
that year you smoked when you were in college. > It was more like 3 weeks. > Not to
mention all the junk food you eat. How many times have I- > I cannot have this conversation
right now. I'm hanging up. Goodbye.
(♪ computer chime)
(clicks to open message) (reads) 'Dear Becca,
Wow, you really let me have it, didn't you?
I tender my sincerest apology. You were right, I was way out
of line in asking such personal questions. Please forgive me.
But might I offer a solution? If
you're biggest gripe is I shouldn't ask personal questions because I don't
know you, would you mind if I got to know you?
I will await your reply.
In friendship, Dean. P.S....I do
not agree with your self-assessment for a very specific reason.
It is my opinion that we are all of infinate worth.
And another P.S...chess is really not so hard.
I bet I could teach you through email.
(types) > Dear Dean,
What a witch I was to send you that message.
It never was actually meant to be sent. I was venting over having
my personal space invaded. To be honest,
for a long time now, I have been shutting myself off to the rest of the world.
And your attempt to reach out terrified me.
I am the one who owes you an apology.
Thanks for answering back. I would be willing to give chess a try,
but have never been much of a strategist. As
for the self worth issue, we can debate long and hard
over that one. I look forward to your next message.
Cordially...
Sincerely?....
Gratefully, Becca Norris.
(hits Send)
(TV sounds) (♪ computer chime)
(mutes TV)
(clicks to open message) (reads) 'Dear Becca, Hi.
I just finished a round of golf and thought I'd check my email, so glad
you're giving me a second chance. We've a little problem
here...you don't want me to ask personal questions because
we don't know each other very well. But we can't
do that without asking personal questions'. > Good point
> 'Here's the plan I've come up with... we could ask the other one
anything we want, with no one getting insulted, and we both have the
right to decline any answer we think is too personal. Agreed?' > Mmmm...
I don't know. > 'The other part is we have to include
one personal fact in every message we send ...favorite food,
music...anything.'
> I'm not even sure I know that stuff anymore. > 'I'll start
off the questioning. What state do you live in?
I live in Staley, Indiana, a town about 40 miles east
of Indianapolis. So, why is it you don't do a stinking thing all
day but sit around? And lastly,
we can start your chess lessons any time, but it would be best if you at least
knew the basic rules. Can you go to the library and check out a book on beginner chess?
Let me know when you get it. Cordially yours, Dean.'
(types) > Dear Dean,
Your plan sounds easy enough, but you'd better
plan on me taking the fifth. Alot.
I live in Washington. Seattle.
I have some health problems, and that is why
I stay home.
Now I guess it's my turn to ask you something.
How old are you? Do you have any brothers or sisters?
And about the chess book, there is not a library
anywhere near here. (stops typing) Real good...
I'm starting off the friendship by lying to you.
(types) So that might be something we need to put on the back burner.
Gratefully yours, Becca. (hits Send)
(♪ phone rings) Hello? > Suzi.
> Becca?
Oh my gosh, Becca?! I thought I was never going to hear
from you again! I mean, I've been leaving messages for, what, almost a year
now? And her you are! > Yeah... here I am.
> So what's been going on? > I've kind of been
shutting myself off from, well, everything.
> Well, you know what? That doesn't matter. No matter how long it's been
you are still my best friend. > I know. > So...
can you come visit me in San Diego? I would love to show you around.
> Um, no. Not right now. I mean,
I appreciate the invite, but not yet. No one's seen
me in a while and I want to keep it that way. > Just because of the surgery?
> The surgery. And Brett. And everything.
> Well, it's just so good to finally hear your voice!
> Yeah. Listen, I need to go
now. I'm kind of tired. > Well, okay...
but the invitation stays open, and you better call me back again real soon,
you hear? > I will. > Promise?
> I promise. > Great. You take care.
And I love you. > Bye, Suzi.
(TV Sounds) (computer chime)
(clicks to open message) (reads) 'Dear Becca, Glad you're curious.
I'm 31 years old, I have brown hair,
I'm six feet tall and weigh about 175.'
> And you work out and play golf, so it's probably all muscle.
Bet the chicks dig that. > 'How bout you? What do you look like?
And do you feel comfortable talking about these health problems?
Whatever they are, I'm sure you're getting on top of them and getting
healthier day by day. What exactly is being done to improve
your situation? I can tell you have a sharp mind -
a sharp mind is everything. After all, our bodies are just gift
wrapping. The real treasure is inside.
If you live in Seattle, I'm surprised there is no library close by. Anyway, just give
me your snail mail address and I'll send you one of my chess books. I'm
anxious to get the lessons underway. To answer your question,
I'm an only child, although both my parents are dead, so I've been on my own
for a while. Better sign off now, I'll be up early for a workout, then lots of code
to write, then tennis, then a late afternoon meeting...
sometimes I wish I could slow down a little, but honestly, I love the pace!
Talk to you soon. Cordially yours,
Dean'
(types) Dear Dean, I lied.
The library is just two blocks away.
The truth is I haven't been outside my house in months.
I've been afraid to go out. And I
still am. I'm banking on the fact
that you're not a psycho, so here's my address.
584 Gatlin Road, Seattle
98103. I look forward to
receiving the chess book. I'm
28 years old and I'm about 20 pounds overweight.
I do nothing to improve my situation.
It's easier to sit around, eat,
drink, and feel sorry for myself. I'll have to
give some thought into believing that my body is any kind of a gift wrapping.
Any makeover suggestions?
I do appreciate your insight, though, even if
it is a little too sunny. Enjoy
your bodybuilding and your tennis tomorrow.
Thanks for giving me some things to think about. Gratefully yours,
Becca. (hits Send)
(unmutes TV)
(straining sounds)
Screw this.
(reads) > 'I appreciated the honesty of your email last night.
So, why are you afraid to leave the house?
I promise I won't be critical, I'd just like to understand. And
as for makeover suggestions, I have bad news.
The only surefire way to lose some weight is hard
work. I know it's easier said than done, but if you'll just
make the commitment, I know you'll start feeling better about yourself right
away. If it's any incentive, you'll have me leading your
cheering section.' > Where were you when I was dying on the floor last night?
(reads) >'I'll leave you with a quote by Eddie Rickenbacker...Courage
is doing what you are afraid to do. There can be no courage
unless you're scared. Fondly yours,
Dean'
(rereads) Why are you afraid to leave the house?
Hi Becca. We need you to read these consent forms. If you agree
sign your full name at the bottom where it says Patient.
(reads) I, Rebecca Norris, agree to have
Dr. David Newsome and his associates perform the following surgeries on me:
left radical mastectomy,
biposy of the right breast with ensuing mastectomy
...radical...modifier...simple...as to necessary...yada, yada, yada
> Thanks. The anesthesiologist
will be in in a little bit to talk to you.
> Hi. > Hi.
Hey, how's it going?
> Okay. > Am I your first visitor today? > No, Joe left about a half
hour ago. He had to get back to work. > What about your
mom?....right.
Well, at least you have - > Brett hasn't called yet.
> Yeah, um, Becca Brett called me about an
hour ago. > You?
Why is he calling you? > He figured you'd be in the middle of your tests so
he just wanted to leave word. > What word?
> He won't be coming home tomorrow.
> He won't? > He won some sales award
and found out they're throwing a big cocktail party in his honor tomorrow.
He said he feels like he has to be there.
But he told me to tell you that he'd try call you tomorrow, and if not
then he'd see you Saturday when he gets in.
> Well, there won't be much for him to do tomorrow anyway.
I'll probably be out of it the whole time.
> Sure. > And I'm sure I'll be better company the day after
I've had all of...this done.
> Right...oh, and he said to tell you
he loves you.
> Yeah.
(rain sounds)
(types) Dear Dean, I've
been trying to think things through as to why I've become so afraid of my life.
But thus far, I haven't come up
with anything. Just too much to process all at
once. So, for now, your question
will have to wait. The rain outside is
sapping my strength, so I think I'll have a drink and a noon
-time sleeping pill and call it a day.
I was going to try the situp again today, but I can
see that's not going to happen. Maybe I'll
feel like it tomorrow if the sun is shining. I was sorry to hear
you have no family. I at least have my brother.
He has a wife an two adorable girls that I haven't seen
in months. Oh, and also, my mother is still alive.
I look forward to receiving the chess book.
What is your favorite color? Gratefully yours,
Becca
(clicks TV on)
(door knock)
(mutes TV)
(door knock)
If you don't answer the door,
someone will tell Mother you're dead.
Yes? > I have a floral delivery.
> What is it? > Um. Flowers.
> Are you sure you're at the right house?
> 584 Gatlin, right?
> Yeah.
(reads) 'To
my new friend and a very special girl.
Fondly yours, Dean'
(typing)
Dear Dean, The flowers just arrived.
I can't tell you how much they brightened up this dreary old rainy day.
It has been forever since someone sent me flowers.
I used to love having them around me, even though my ex-
fiancee' rarely sent them. Your
thoughtfulness has inspired me to put off the afternoon sleeping pill.
...although I'm still going to blow off the exercise.
Shame on me. Thanks again. Gratefully yours,
Becca. (hits Send)
(phone rings)
Hello? > Suz. > Bekka?? You again?!
Oh, this is great! > Yeah. Listen,
I'm not even sure why I called...
I just felt like talking again.
> So talk to me. What's up? > Well...I've
kinda tried to start exercising again. > That's always good.
You used to stay at the gym at least an hour after I left. > Right.
And guess what? I got flowers today.
> From Brett? > Oh...gosh no.
It's from a friend I've just been talking to. > So where'd you meet him?
> He's someone I've been emailing back and forth.
> Some guy you met online is sending you flowers. Don't you know the
internet is full of child molesters? > Well, if I were
twelve years old, that might be a concern. It's
not like that. I met him on a geneology website. He was helping me
research something. > So he's safe? > Of course.
He's just a really nice guy from Indiana who seems to have a fondness for
shut-ins. I'm sure I'm just a charity case to him.
He's a workout nut, and he plays golf,
and chess, and writes computer programs. > I think you're being too hard on-
oh, look, hey, I've gotta finish this wall before I lose my wet edge.
Can I call you right back? > That's okay. We can talk later. > Great I'm
looking forward to it. I love you! > Bye, Suzi.
(reads) 'Dear Becca, Glad you liked the flowers.
You certainly deserve them, and it's a nive way to celebrate our new
friendship. So you were engaged at one time?
Is that part of what's got you down? That it didn't work out?
Fill me in. If you don't veto the question.
And what are your mother and brother like?
So today's plan was to have drink, take a sleeping pill
and do one situp, huh? Glad I at least helped
sidetrack the unhealthy things. And don't be so hard on yourself about the
exercise. Tomorrow's a new day. Everyone does the best he can
in this life. Nothing more. No matter what you
do, I'm proud of you just for trying. And my favorite
color is green. Fondly yours, Dean'
(TV sounds)
(straining sounds)
There.
That's nine...tomorrow...
ten....if I don't die
in the next five minutes.
(typing) Dear Dean, I slept
so well last night, I hit the floor ready to exercise today.
I managed nine situps.
I am so out of shape. I'm sure tomorrow's soreness
will make me sorry. My family...
well, my mother criticizes everything I do
and I can't remember having a conversation with her that didn't end in
a fight. My brother, on the other hand, has always been my support
system. He bought me this computer. So I guess
you have him to thank for this friendship. I like
green, too, but purple is my favorite.
I guess maybe what happened with Brett is a big part of why I'm
this way. At the time I thought we had something special , but
that wasn't the case. That's all I feel like saying.
I'm in a good mood. Gratefully yours, Becca.
(♪ computer chime)
Darn. Where'd I leave it?
Oh, shoot!
Glad a bird didn't poop on you.
(reads) 'Dear Becca, I have some
success to report! My chess partner tracked down the parents of
the ancestor you inquired about. I'm including all the info in an
attachment. Now I have a huge favor to ask of you.
My friend is a college sports fanatic. He follows every game, football,
and basketball. When I told him you live in Seattle, he
asked...no make that begged me, to get
you...' > Uh-oh. > '...to send him a Washington hooded
sweatshirt, Xtra Large. I told him he could get one at any department
store, but he said, no it has to come from the real university campus!
I guess that's what defines a fanatic. Anyway, he sure would
appreciate it if you could run by the bookstore and pick one up. I'll send you
the money right away.' > Dean, no. > 'I know you're not a big fan of going
out, but this would really mean a lot to me. He's a good friend.
Please mail the sweatshirt to me at PO Box 354, Staley, Indiana,
47108. Also, want to let you know
I will be away for the next few days. Some business that can't be taken care of
from home. I will get back in touch when I return.
Remember, my thoughts are with you. Devotedly yours,
Dean'
(typing) Dear Dean,
I'll miss your emails while you're away. And thanks for the
geneology stuff. I'd almost forgotten that is how
all this began. About your friend's
request...I don't think you understand. I haven't
left this house in months. My mailbox is right
by my front door. A local market delivers my groceries.
My illness changed the way I look.
I don't want anyone to see me like this... to look at me.
Besides that, I'm fat, pale, and my hair is a disaster.
Please let me give it some more thought.
(types) Maybe if I went to the grocery while I was out.
And I was thinking about some new plants for my back porch.
Okay...I'll try. First thing tomorrow.
But no promises, allright?
I hope in advance your friend won't be too
disappointed. Faithfully yours, Becca.
(hits Send)
(alarm clock sound)
(♪ computer chime)
(clicks to open message)
(reads) 'Dear Becca, One last quick thought before I head out.
I know you're afraid to leave your home. I though long and hard about
asking this favor of you. And if it doesn't work out, I'll understand. I could never
think less of you. But just remember - each of us has courage of
which we are mostly not even aware. The secret is how to tap into
it. Sometimes all it takes is someone else believing in us, and
with every fiber of my being, I know you can do this.
I also know that if you can do it, you will come away with a new vision of
yourself. One much more accurate than the one you have now.
However today progresses, know that I treasure our newfound
friendship. Peace. Devotedly yours, Dean'
I'm sorry, Dean.
(dials)
> Hello? > Joey. > Hey...
you're up early. > Yeah...listen,
I wonder if you could do me a favor?
Could you stop by the university after work and pick me up a hooded
sweatshirt with Washington on it, extra large?
> Uh, yeah...sure, no problem. > Thanks.
I'll pay you when you get here. > Sure.
You need anything else? > Nope. That's all.
Thanks alot, Joey. I'll see you a little later. > Okay.
Bye.
> Guess that's that.
(dials)
> Hello. > Joe.
Listen, cancel that sweatshirt order. I changed my mind.
> You sure? > Yeah. I'll talk to you
later. > Whatever you say. Bye.
> Hey!
Hey you! Lady!
C'mon, sweetie! I got stops to make!
The fare went up six months ago. You need another quarter!
(complaining in Spanish)
> Hey.
It's okay. I've got it.
> Here.
> Forget it.
If you want a hat with that (sob) it's half off
> Excuse me? > I said if you (sob) if you, if you want a hat
with that, it's half off (sob) > No, just this.
(crying)
> Sorry (sniff).
(bawling)
> Are you gonna be okay? > No.
> School problems?
> Boyfriend.
> You lose him or you still got him?
> He broke up with me this morning. > Yeah, well,
I broke up with mine not too long ago.
(hallway sounds)
I think you're be okay.
Just think about it. > Yeah, I will.
Thanks. Have a good day (sob)
a good day.
(clicks to open message)
(reads) 'Dear Becca, I can only write a few lines, as I'm on a borrowed computer
that I had to wheel and deal to use. If I've come to know you as well as I
think, you have just ventured out into the real world.'
> Son of a- >'I knew you could do it, and I'm so proud of you.
You have come so far in such a short time. Just
wanted you to know I was thinking of you. Talk soon. Keep up the good work.
Devotedly yours, Dean.' (typing)
> Dearest Dean, I know you're away on business, but I'm writing
anyway. It seems you know me better than I know myself.
This morning I was sure I was not going to make it.
You have your sweatshirt. Thanks so much for your
confidence in me. Hope you're not too busy and at least get in
a workout. And one request...
whenever you read this. Any chance you might send me a picture?
Devotedly yours, Becca
(TV sounds)
(phone rings)
(answering machine beep)
> Hey Becca, it's me. I just wanna call and give you a
> Hey, Suzi, I'm here. > Well, guess what? I'm scheduled to be in
Seattle in just a few weeks. > That's great.
Do you wanna stay here? > Well, yeah...
if you want me to. > Of course I do. You're
my best friend. > So... what's been going on?
> I had the best day. I went to the university
today. It was the first time I've left the house in months. > Becca,
that's great! So, uh, does this little field
trip have anything to do with your computer guy?
> Yeah, in a roundabout way it did. I know it's
weird, but he's really becoming a good friend to me.
> Does he know you had cancer? > No.
It's never come up. (doorbell rings)
Someone's at the door. It must be Joey. I'll call you tomorrow.
> Okay. > Bye.
Mother.
> Can I come in? > Uh, yeah...sure.
Sorry I haven't straightened up today.
So, what brings you out this late?
> Joe's been telling me he's been receiving a lot of calls and emails from you
lately, saying you seem to be getting a little better these days.
So I decided to come see you for myself.
Instead of getting old waiting for an invitation.
> Can I get you anything? Something to drink?
> No, no, I'm fine. So...
tell me about this sudden upswing. > Well...
today I
ran some errands in town. I went to the university,
and the grocery, and
...and to the
nursery for some plants.
All without a psychiatrist.
> Well...
that's just wonderful.
It's about time you decided to get on with your life.
> Listen, I'm sorry I- > There's no need to apologize...
> Thanks, it's just been really hard - > It should be everyone else's responsibility
to put their lives on hold....> What? >...while you make up your
mind whether or not to re-enter society.
> You did come here for an apology, didn't you?
> Excuse me? > You heard I was doing better
so you marched right over here expecting an apology for all I've been
putting you through these last 12 months. > Rebecca, I don't know what
you're talking a- > You want me to tell you how wrong I've been for locking myself up in
the house like a hermit. You wanna hear me say I'm sorry for losing my job,
and my future, and my rich fiancee', and my breasts.
> That is absolutely ridiculous! > Isn't that what you want?
Well, I'm sorry, Mother. I'm sorry for how I've inconvenienced you
over this past year. Over the other years of my life. All the years I
wasn't perfect like Joe. All the years I wasn't perfect like you.
> I don't have to stand here and listen to this. > Then don't!
I have a terrible migraine, Mother. Forgive me if I
don't show you out.
> You still need help, Rebecca! There's nothing
any of us can do for you! You're so stubborn! You're just like your father
was!
> Better him than you.
(door slam)
> Becca?
Can you hear me?
Becca?
> What time is it? > It's nine o'clock. You slept
most of the day. How do you feel?
> I think it hurts,
but I'm not sure.
These bandages are so tight.
> Do you want me to call the nurse? > No.
Not yet. Is anybody here?
> Joe's family just left.
> What about Brett? > He won't be here
til tomorrow, remember? > That's right.
> How much did they take?
> I overheard the doctor tell Joe - total on the left,
and modified on the right.
> Both of them.
> I'm so sorry.
Hey, Sleepyhead.
> Brett. > You bet. > Sweetie, I missed you so
much. This has been awful!
> Shhh.
It's okay. I'm here now.
Everything's gonna be okay.
So how's your pain now? > It's getting a little sharper.
They gave me some pain killer this morning. I guess it's just starting
to wear off. > That's unacceptable.
You shouldn't be lying there suffering. > All done here?
And how was today's hospital food?
> Fine. Thank you. > Excuse me!
Why is this patient not being given adequate pain medication?
> Brett, it really isn't that bad... > I'll handle this, honey.
So what's the holdup here? > Sir, Miss
Norris' doctor has instructed that she not be- > Look, sweetie, I work in
pharmaceuticals, so don't try and give me the runaround. I know when a patient's not
being medicated properly. Now what are you giving her? > Brett...
> Sir, I can appreciate
your concern. We've been giving her the medication and doses that her doctor
has prescribed. If you'd like to discuss this with him, come to
the nurses station and we'll contact his office.
> Brett, you didn't have to do that. They've all been really nice
to me. > Honey, I work around these people. You have to let them
know who's in charge. > The doctor came
in this morning. Talking about radiation.
Just to make sure they got everything. > Did you ask him about reconstructive?
> The what? > You know... reconstructive
surgery. Plastic surgery to get you back to normal.
> I've just
had my whole chest cut off, and I'm telling you about what they're doing to save
my life...and all you want to talk about is a new set of
replacements? > Take it easy. I care about your treatment.
Just thought I'd look on the bright side and try to cheer you up.
> Brett... > Yeah?
> I think my pain medicine is working now.
Would you mind leaving so I can get some sleep? > Yeah...
sure...if that's what you need.
I'll stop by the nurses station on the way out. Do you need anything else?
> No.
> See you tomorrow, babe.
> Allright.
(bird chirping sounds)
(doorbell rings)
Mother, if you value your life, this will not be you at
my front door.
Yes? > Good morning.
Are you Becca Norris? > Yes. > I have a delivery for you.
> Are you from the florist? > No.
Now, this is the starter kit we give you. > Starter kit for
what?
> My husband and I breed labs.
A nice man from Indiana called and ordered this one just for you.
> What does he expect me to do with it? > He didn't say.
Now the puppy's papers and medical records are in the envelope. And his
pedigree name is Lord Thornton of Castles. Will there
be anything else? > Um. No...no.
Thanks very much.
(typing sounds)
Dearest Dean, I am sitting here with
my newest gift. He is precious! Lord
Thornton was a little too formal, so I've decided to call him
Staley, in honor of your hometown.
What on earth possessed you to get me a dog? It's
been a long time since I had a pet, but I already love him.
And I had thought your last present was best ever, but there is no
comparison...although the flowers didn't pee
on my living room rug. My mother
paid me a surprise visit last night. I tried
to tell her about how I'd finally made it out of the house, and somehow
it turned into a battle royal. She has this incredible ability
to make me furious in nothing flat. Thanks goodness
for gin. Anyway, I have been doing a little better on my
exercises. When are you coming home?
Thanks again for my new roommate. Devotedly yours, Becca.
(♪ computer chime)
(clicks to open message)
(reads) 'Dear Becca,
It's been an exhausting few days and it's good to be home.
I was elated at the messages I had waiting for me.
I knew you would make it out of the house and beyond. Good for you!
And I'm glad you liked the gift. I had a yellow lab as a kid,
and I knew he'd make a great companion. Why did I do it?
Well, it seemed to me that at this point on your life, you
just needed something to love. I know puppies are a lot of work,
but I know you'll find the rewards even greater.
Happy you're continuing to exercise. How are you feeling these days?
Since I don't know the nature of your medical problems, it's a little hard to ask
specifics. As for your request, I will see if I can
dig up a decent picture of myself. I haven't had one made anytime recent.
I want to talk to you about your mother. Did you tell her about
your leaving the house so she could share in your triumph, or
simply to gloat? > What?? > There's a big difference
in the two. Resentment is a terrible load for your
body and your health problems may never be resolved until you can untie these
knots inside you. Forgiveness is a tough concept, especially when
we feel we're in the right. But I believe we can never be totally whole
nor healthy until we have mastered the art of forgiving.
Look at it this way - if God can forgive me
for all I do, then how can I not forgive others?
And just one last thing...' > Oh, I can't wait!
> 'Your mother has no power or ability
to make you furious. You allowed yourself to become angry
in response to her actions...but it was totally your choice. No other person
in the world can make us be anything, whether it's happy, sad,
angry or what have you. Think about it.
Give Staley a kiss on the nose for me. Love, Dean'
And to think, I've been missing him this
whole time! How would you feel
if all you wanted to hear was, I've missed you, too, Becca!
And all you got was a lecture instead!
Love, Dean...the LAST thing I'm doing right now is LOVING
Dean!
Arrrghh!
(typing) Dear Dean, I have been sitting on my porch
all day, ticked off at your last email.
I tried to stay mad at you, but finally gave it up.
You were right. I was gloating to my mother.
She's put me down so many times these past months.
I was just dying to tell her I did something on my own without the
benefit of her annoying little suggestions. When it comes
to my mother, the concept of forgiveness has never entered the picture.
For either of us. I have about
come to the conclusion that she doesn't deserve my forgiveness. But I
promise I will give some more thought to what you said about the whole
forgiving thing, and also the bit about others not having power over our
emotions. Okay, here is tonight's request.
I hope this isn't too forward.
But how about giving me your phone number? I'll admit
there have been times lately I would have rather picked up the phone than banged
on these keys. I'll understand if this isn't something you want
to do. But I had to ask. Glad you're home.
Missed you very much. Love,
Gratefully, Becca.
(typing) Dearest Dean, A friend just received news she has breast
cancer. The doctors want to remove both breasts.
She has fallen in love with a wonderful man, but is afraid
this will come between them. I am not sure what to tell her.
What do you think, from a man's point of view?
Devotedly yours, Becca.
(♪ computer chime)
(clicks to open message) (reads) Dear Becca, I'm so sorry
to hear your friend has cancer. What a burden she must be bearing.
But I'm glad she has you as a friend to bear it with. As for
the man in her life, if she has to even consider if he will still love her
then she is with the wrong guy. Your friend's surgery will no doubt be
a challenge to her self esteem, but she needs to know that the world's
obsession with sex only reiterates the fact that the true worth and beauty of
a person is on the inside. I'll pray that your friend
sees this as well, and that she's able to fill her life with positives as she tries
to get well. (puppy growls)
I also wanted to tell you, your mother may not deserve your
forgiveness, but remember, you're forgiving her for your sake, not hers.
That's why it's so important.'
> Hey! If you're gonna pee, do it on the tile!
(reads) 'As for the phone number, I
felt the same urge to call you as well, but, I do so
enjoy emailing. It's brought back to society the lost art of letter writing.
And for some reason, I think it lets people be more honest.
If it's okay with you, let's enjoy this avenue just a little longer, while we
continue to learn what makes each other tick. Agreed for now?
Golf today, so I must go. Love, Dean'
(rereads) Your mother may not deserve your forgiveness,
but remember, you're forgiving her for your sake,
not hers.
(dials)
> Hello? > Good morning. > Rebecca?
Is something wrong?
> Yeah...well, that's why I was calling.
I want to apologize.
> Well, whatever for?
> For how hateful I was the other night.
> You weren't exactly hateful... antagonistic,
maybe.
> Whatever I was, the point is I'm sorry now.
As a matter of fact., I'm
sorry for a lot of things, and I was wondering what you would
think about a formal peace treaty between us.
> Since when has it mattered what I think?
> Look, we've both made a lot of mistakes with how
we've treated each other all these years.
I'm willing to accept the blame for my end,
and ask you to forgive me for all the grief I've caused you.
> Well...
we have both had our problems...
and, of course, it
wouldn't hurt to try harder to be a little more civil to each other.
> No, it wouldn't hurt at all.
Look, I know you've probably got a
full day ahead of you, so I won't keep you.
Maybe I'll stop by next week.
> That would be wonderful. Take care, now.
> Bye.
(typing) Dear Dean, This morning's experience was
uncanny...I actually had a civil conversation
with my mother. All thanks to you and your
enlightenment about forgiveness. I can't say Mother and I will
immediately become best pals, but at least it's a start.
And yes, I do feel much better about our relationship.
It's a beautiful day here. I don't enjoy the
sunshine with golf like you do. Maybe if we ever do meet,
we could go bowling together. My friend Suzi will be coming
here for a visit soon and I am so excited about seeing
her. Your messages are the bright spot of my
daily life. Devotedly yours, Becca.
(montage music) (Dean's voice) 'Dear Becca, I was very pleased to get your
message. I bet your mother nearly fainted. I'm so proud of you. It's great how you are
filling your life with so many positive things while you get through your illness.
Speaking of, how is your friend that has cancer? Is she still
worried about how others will respond to her if her breasts are removed?
Please keep me updated, and I will continue to pray for healing.
(reading) > Am I allowed yet to ask about your former fiancee'?
Wasn't his name Brett? Why exactly did the two of you
break up? I remember our rule, so if my question comes back vetoed, I'll
understand. You have become a special friend to me as well, and I find myself
looking forward to a long and growing relationship.
Sleep well tonight. Love, Dean'
Time for bed, tough guy.
(door knock) > Hello?
All set? > Yeah.
> Has Dr. Newsome been here? > Yeah,
about an hour ago. He said my first followup's in two weeks.
Where's Brett? > He called me and said he had a last minute
meeting. He said he'd buzz you this afternoon.
> You all ready to get outta here?
> Yes, please!
> Now, we filled the fridge, you have all clean towels and sheets,
and your prescriptions are by the kitchen sink, okay? > Okay, thanks.
> Are you sure you don't want me to hang around?
> No thanks. I'm just gonna
lie down and wait for Brett to call. He'll probably want to come over
later. > Okay, then. You
call me if you need anything, y'hear?
> I will. Thanks.
(TV sounds)
(phone rings)
Hello? > Hi, Pumpkin.
> Brett, what took you so long? > It's
just been crazy around here today. It's just one thing after another.
They've assigned me a new trainee. > Are you coming
over? > Well, that's part of it.
I just found out I've gotta fly out to L.A. for four days.
I'll be packing all night.
> Brett, I'm scared. I've barely seen you through this whole
thing. I feel like eveything has changed.
I just want to feel your arms around me again. > Honey,
I'd love to see you right now, I really would. How about
this...how about we make a date to spend a
week together the minute I get back from L.A.? We'll get
caught up and go to all your favorite places. Whattaya say? > Okay.
That sounds wonderful. Just
call me when you get to L.A. > I'll do my best,
Sweetie. Love you. > Love you, too.
(phone ring) (phone voices)> Hello?
> Hey, Suz. I just got the best idea for when Brett gets home
from L.A. > Becca, shouldn't you be taking it easy?
You've only been out of the hospital a few days. > That's just it. I've been
thinking too much about my situation lately. No wonder Brett seems so distant.
So, our 4th anniversary's this weekend, and I'm gonna move it up a little
and surprise him when he gets home from his trip. > What are you doing?
> Buying his favorite scotch and few things. I'm going to go over in a little
bit and decorate his apartment. So when he gets home tomorrow, it'll be
just like old times.
(other room) > Wait a minute. I think I heard
somebody at the door.... Becca!
What are you doing here? > Brett do you have any more of those little ritz
crackers?
Hi.
Um...
Brett, who is this?
> Becca...
> So I guess this is your new trainee.
> Becca, just listen for a minute. > Oh, I can hear you loud and clear!
And I notice you meet all of his
requirements. Red hair...long legs...
both boobs right where they belong!
(door slam)
(gasping sounds)
> A little rough, huh? Maybe on your
next visit you should... > There isn't going to be a next visit. I'm quitting
chemo. > Becca, your doctor wants to make sure... > It's my body!
It's my life!
(Becca voice) > Dear Dean, Today I am taking a
terrifying step. I am seeing Brett for the first time
since we broke up. I wish you were here with me.
Please pray that I can find the strength to go through with this.
Gratefully yours, Becca.
Wow.
Becca. How's it going?
> Can I get you anything? > Yeah...
I'll have a large decaf cappucino.
You...really
look great. > Thanks.
So do you.
So how's work? > Great.
Couldn't be busier. They made me VP of Marketing right after...
...right after
the last time we saw each other. > That's wonderful. You really deserve it.
That company would be lost without you.
> Yeah, well...
listen, I hate to be one of those people, but I only have a short -
> Brett, you can relax. I'm not here to talk about getting
back together with you. > I didn't think that-
> I've been thinking alot about my life up til now, and, naturally, you were a
big part of that. And I was never really comfortable with how things ended.
So I wanted to see you to tell you that there are no
more hard feelings. I just hope you're happy and I wanted
to wish you well.
Hello?...Is this thing on?
> I...I just couldn't handle it.
I wasn't strong enough.
All I wanted to do was get away.
You're a really great girl.
I'm not proud of what I did.
Especially the part where I hurt you.
It wasn't my intention.
I did love you, though.
> I know you did the best you could.
I guess our bond wasn't as strong as we thought it was.
But that's all behind us now.
Right now, I'm just happy to
forgive you.
Becca...
why?
> Because if God can forgive me for all the bad things I've done,
the least I can do is forgive you.
Goodbye, Brett.
Just run out there for awhile...and no
digging!
From Indiana.
Wow.
(clicks to open message) (reads) 'Dear Becca,
I got your message and wanted to cheer you on. So how did things go
with Brett? If it's honesty time, I have to admit
I was in hopes rekindling the relationship was not the purpose of the
meeting. But if it was, I'm of the mind that things happen for a reason.
Did you get the picture I sent?
I need one from you now. Write soon. Love, Dean'
(typing) Dear Dean,
What I perceived as jealousy from you is very flattering, to say the least.
But you needn't worry. I forgave Brett,
wished him well, and sent him on his way.
I have hated him for so long, but it was so liberating
to finally let him go. Rotten as they were,
in his mind he had good reasons for being unfaithful.
I feel like a new person, and all the bitterness is gone.
Thanks to you. And your picture, and you
are quite handsome. Devotedly yours,
Becca. (hits Send)
(montage music)
(Becca's email voice) 'Dear Dean, My house is getting to be more like a
rainforest every day. i can't tell you good it feels to have
healthy green plants thriving all...' (Dean's email voice) 'Thanks for the photo
you sent me. You are absolutely breathtaking. Did you say your hair is
much shorter now than it is in the picture?' (Becca) 'Dear Dean,
My latest checkup showed a marked improvement in my overall stats...
Dr. Newsome said he's indicating full...' (Dean) 'Dear Becca,
I expected nothing less than a good Dr's report. Have you found the book I
recommended? It was written several years go, so it may be outta print and a
little difficult to locate.'
(Becca) ' Dear Dean, I remember seeing My
Fair Lady on Broadway when I was a little girl, but I can't for the life of me
remember who the actress was that...' (Dean) 'Indiana doesn't have a pro baseball
team, so I've compensated by being a diehard Twins fan.
Harmon Killebrew is like royalty to...' (Becca) 'I volunteer once a week
reading storybooks to the most adorable 4 and 5 year olds you
ever saw. There's one little boy named Alexander who's literally stolen
my heart.' (Dean) 'I know it doesn't jibe with the times, but
I believe sex is sacred, and it's the greatest wedding gift a person
can give to their new mate for...' (Becca) 'I'm not that much into politics,
but I've always voted Republican, and in the last few elections, I...'
(Dean) 'My father was a hard worker. Some days he didn't get home til way after
dark and my mom instinctively knew to keep his dinner on the stove...' (Becca)
'My taste in music is pretty all over the place. Country, jazz, opera, even a
little metal. I've never let myself be boxed in musically. I just
like what my ears want to hear at the time...'
(Dean) '...like what the Apostle Paul said to the Corinthians, when I was a
child, thought as a child, but when I became a man, I
put away....' (Becca) 'In college I was so much more focused on making the
deans list than I was on pledging the right sorority or being the most popular
girl on campus, sometimes I think I was making up for lost time when I...'
(Dean) 'I've always
gone by the concept that my Maker is more concerned with character over
circumstance. Like who we become as opposed to what we...'
(Becca) 'Dear Dean, Big news! Suzi's in town for a visit
...she said she plans on taking me to every clothing store in Seattle.
According to her, I need all new outfits to go with my new size body..."
(Dean) 'Glad Suzi was there while I had to be away again. If I
thought the time was right, I'd hop on the first jet to Seattle
myself. So I guess you could say I'm pretty darn envious of your friend Suzi...'
(Dean) 'Dear Becca, how's your other friend? The one who is battling cancer?
Love, Dean.'
(typing) Dear Dean,
Suzi left this morning, and now I'm sitting here alone wishing you were
here. But I know that can never happen until I tell you the truth.
There was no friend with cancer.
The person I was referring to was me.
I discovered a lump last year that turned out
to be malignant. Believing I had no other choice,
both my breasts were surgically removed.
It was the worst trauma I have ever been through.
Brett chose a young redhead over a a fiance that was less than perfect.
When I caught the two of them in bed together, it was
more than I could take. I slipped into the black hole of depression
that you found me in. I opted not to pursue reconstructive
surgery. At the time, I just couldn't face any more doctors.
Or hospitals. Now I have to ask you
...I know it's easy to accept me all the way from Staley,
Indiana, but could you accept a woman who is damaged goods?
I could never blame you if someone like me
was not in your plans. I know
now, because of you, that I don't have to rely on
anyone for my happiness. Not even you.
I will always be grateful for the place you have come to occupy in my life...
and do hope I hear from you again. Much
love, Becca. (hits Send)
(montage music)
(montage music ends)
(dials) > Information.
What city and state, please? > Staley, Indiana.
> What listing, please? > Dean
Stov- > What was that last name again?
> Never mind. Thanks.
Excuse me.
Are you Becca Norris? > Yes.
> If you'll sign here, please.
Alright, have a good day.
(reads) 'I love you,
with or without. Dean.'
(typing) Dear Dean, I am growing of
the no phonecall pact. I'm sure I'm going to be the first to
break. The deliveryman left your beautiful
gift. Even more special was your message.
I am just too emotional to write much tonight.
Just know that my gratitude and love for you go deeper than
words can express. Love, Becca
(phone ring) (phone conversation) > Hello, Suzanne
Vostick. > Hey, Suzi. >Becca! What's up?
> Well, for starters, I'm doing the most
insane, spontaneous thing I've ever done in the history
of my life. I took the puppy to the kennel and
now, well, I'm flying to Indiana to
surprise Dean. > Well, what took you so long?
Waitaminit. Do you even know where lives? > I have a PO
Box and no phone number, so wish me luck.
> You call me the second you get there, you hear?
I want details! > Will do. Love you.
This your first time in Indiana? > Yes.
Is there a phone book in the room? > Yes, there's one for Staley and
there's also one for Lennox County. Room 226.
Enjoy your stay. > Thanks.
> Staley Vista Hotel.
Great.
(dials)
> 411 Information. What city and state, please?
> Staley, Indiana.
> What listing, please? > Dean Stovall. S-T-O-
V-A-L-L.
> I'm sorry, I don't show a Dean Stovall in Staley.
> Possibly under D. Stovall? Also maybe check
surrounding towns? > I'm sorry,
I show no listings for Stovall in any of Lennox County.
> Thanks.
Okay...
now don't panic.
God, please help me find him.
(montage music)
> I'm sorry, ma'am, but I can't give out that kind of information.
I'd lose my job. > Listen...
Katherine...maybe I'm not making myself clear.
All I have is the PO Box number, and I've come all the way from Seattle to
see him. I know he wouldn't mind your giving me his information.
We're very good friends. > You're good friends.
But you need me to tell you where he lives?
> Can you at least tell me if you've seen him in here?
Allright. Thanks.
> Is there anything wrong with it?
> No, it was just purchased here, and I wanted to get it cleaned.
> Oh. That shouldn't be too difficult.
> I wanted to call the man who purchased the
ring to let him know that it's being taken care of. But I left my
phone at the hotel. Would you mind checking to see if
you had his number here? His name is Dean Stovall.
> Dean Stovall. Let's see what we have.
> Kelly!
My daughter, Kelly. > Hi.
> Thanks, Sweetie.
Let's see...Dean Stovall. But I don't see a number listed.
> Are you allowed to give me his address? > I don't see why not.
It's PO Box 3- > You don't have a street address?
> No, it's all he gave us. Your ring will be ready around 4.
> Okay. How many golf courses
are there in Staley? > Kelly?
> Two. > Two.
> Nope. Don't even see him listed as a member.
> Okay. Thanks.
I've done everything I know.
The Post Office, the jewelry store, the golf courses.
I even looked in the phone book under computer programmers.
Bupkis. > You sound tired. > I'm on no sleep, bro.
> I can't believe you went there on
so little information. > Do you recall me saying insane and spontaneous?
> So now what're you gonna do?
> Be sick...waitaminit.
The gym.
He's a workout fanatic.
And it says here
there's only one gym in Staley. Lane's Athletic Center.
> Well how do you know he doesn't have equipment at his house? > No he was always
talking home after his workouts. Look,
this is the only straw I have left. I'll call you tomorrow. > Keep me posted.
> Goodnight.
This better be it, Mr. Stovall.
(gym sounds)
Excuse me.
Excuse me!
> Can I help you?
> Is it okay if I look at your sign-in sheet? > Knock yourself out.
> Excuse me! > Yeah?
> I'm sorry to keep bothering you, but I'm looking for someone.
> I'll talk to you.
> Have you ever seen
him in here? > You a cop?
> Please, just look.
> Sorry. Never seen him in here.
> Would you mind checking his name in the database? > Sorry, can't do it.
> Allright, what's the guy's name?
> Stovall. Dean Stovall.
> There's no Dean Stovall in here. > Well, maybe
you spelled his name wrong. It's S-T-O V-A...> You wanna come back here and
look yourself? There is no Dean Stovall!
> Did he just say Dean Stovall? > Yeah. He
was talking to me. > Well, who are you?
> I'm looking for Dean (phone rings)
I'm from Seattle.
Dean and I met on- > You're the one he's been emailing?
> Um...
yes. (phone rings)
> I'll be right out! I have to talk to you.
Can you meet me at the coffee shop across the street in about an hour?
> Yeah, sure. (phone rings) > I gotta go.
> He what?!? > He's married! I just
met his wife at the gym. > Are you sure? > You should've seen
the look on her face. And of course, she's fit and gorgeous
...just like him. > So now what are you gonna do? > I feel like
jumping right back on the plane, but she asked me to meet her.
She just came through the door. Let me call you back.
> Hi again. Sorry I had to run off like that.
> That's okay. > I'm Joni. > Becca. > I might as well start by...
> I didn't know he had a wife! > Huh? > How long have you been married??
> A year and a half. > I mean is
Dean Stovall even his real name?!? > Becca,
I think you need to slow down. I'm not married to Dean.
I'm his caregiver.
> His what?
> I know he hasn't
told you much, and I feel bad about doing this, but
I was, well, shocked to see you here.
And you were bound to find out. > Find out what?
> Becca, Dean's as quadriplegic.
> That's impossible. There must be another Dean Stovall.
> Six years ago, he had taken his parents out for their anniversary.
Dean was behind the wheel, and a drunk driver crossed
the center line and hit them head on. > Oh, God.
> Both of his parents were killed instantly. Dean survived, but
his spine was severed just below the neck.
> ...and I've been doing his primary care and PT for about
two years now. > But he told me he plays golf and tennis
and skis... > Simulations. Video games.
These are Dean's sports and he takes them very seriously.
He's very competitive. Becca, Dean has never viewed himself as disabled.
He sees himself leading a full life just like everybody else.
> I tried calling as soon as I landed, but
he wasn't listed. > He's listed under the name of the programming business
he runs online. Dean lives in a special needs condo in town.
> So, his workouts are physical therapy.
But what are all of the business trips? > Quadriplegics
have to have their bladders catheterized. The catheters have to be removed
and changed frequently so they don't get infected. It's something people like
Dean fight their whole life. The facility where he has to be taken to have
this done are what he calls business trips. > And he's
mentioned me? > Mentioned you? You've become
his life! He talks about you every single day.
He's always been an upbeat person, but since you came into his life,
something that had been missing has definitely been found.
> He's the one who saved my life. Among
other things, he literally taught me how to forgive.
> He's just amazing. He inspires
other patients...and doctors....his clients....
he has such a wonderful perspective on the world around him.
> Can you take me to his condo?
> What?
> Dean isn't home now. He's back in the hospital.
> Back?
> About a month ago, a staph infection
set in around his catheter.
It's steadily gotten worse. > How much worse?
> His
organs are slowly shutting down. The doctors have said
it's advancing too quickly. There's nothing they can do.
> Can I still see him? > He'll be
beside himself! C'mon.
You said he taught you about forgiveness? > That's right.
> I was the drunk driver.
> The body is gift wrapping.
The treasure is inside.
> Am I dreaming?
> No. It's really me.
> I can't believe you found me. > Well, it wasn't
easy. > Where are you staying?
> Motel. > have Joni to get your things. You can stay at my
place. > But... > I'm not using it right now. You'll be a lot more
comfortable there. > Look...you
need to rest.
I'm gonna go get my things settled.
> When are you coming back? > Right away.
> Good.
> Can I bring you anything? > Yes.
Look in the top drawer on my bedroom dresser.
There's a little black bag. Could you bring it to me?
> Sure.
And this is Staley.
Sitting on the couch. Right after I snapped this picture he
peed all over my cushion. Oh something
else...I saw that sweatshirt that I sent you at
your apartment. Do you need me to send that to your friend?
> Truth?
My friend never asked for the sweatshirt.
I made the whole thing up. > What?
Why? > You needed some motivation to get you
out of that house. And I knew you'd do it as a favor
for a friend of mine. Sorry I lied.
> You're sorry for giving me the courage to
lead a normal life? > You already had
the courage. You just needed a reason to tap into it.
Do you have any idea how beautiful you are?
> Do you have any idea how nice
it is to hear that?
> I'm sorry I might not be here for you much
longer.
> You will be with me my whole life.
> The black bag.
Did you get it?
> Yeah. It's right here.
> Did you peek?
> No. > Go ahead.
> It was my mom's.
> Gosh,
it's beautiful. > I used to
daydream about proposing to you with it.
> Well,
why don't you give it a shot and see what happens?
(montage music)
(montage music ends)
I'm gonna get going.
Are you sure don't want to stay at Dean's place tonight? > No.
I want to be here. That's why I came.
> But you didn't come expecting all this.
> No.
> You mean so much to him. I really
believe he's held on these last few days because you're here.
Well, call my cell if you need
me. Goodnight. > Bye, Joni.
Dean?
I know you can
hear me.
I want you to know that you have
given me so much.
You gave me hope,
and contentment,
and happiness,
you gave me back my life.
I'd always get so
excited when the screen would say You
Have 1 Message....well,
the one message you had for me
was love.
You told me one time
that dying wasn't so bad
if you had given,
and learned, and loved
enough while you were here.
And I know you've done all that.
And I will continue to do the same thing
every day for the rest of my life because of you.
I know I haven't had the chance to give
you a proper wedding present...and I want to now.
Let go, Sweetheart.
Be at peace.
I promise I will be fine.
And I know
we will see each other again one day.
I love you, Dean.
(music)
(talk show theme music)
Welcome back!
Our next is motivational speaker, author,
and the Founder and CEO of The Dean Stovall Cancer Research
Center in Seattle, Washington. Her latest book, 1 Message
A Journey out of Darkness, has just spent its eighteenth straight week
on the Times Bestseller List. Proceeds from the book go to
breast cancer research and education. Let's give a big, big welcome
to Rebecca Stovall (audience applause)
Becca,
I have to ask you something right off the bat - now 1 Message is an
inspirational book written for women dealing with the experience of breast
cancer...but what's up with the big yellow dog on the back?
> His name is Staley...
(closing credits music)