1 Message (2011) - full transcript

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.

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.

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.

> You can get dressed now. The nurse will show you to my

office.

> 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.

'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!

> Please record your message after the tone.

> 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.

> 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.

> Please record your message after the tone.

> 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.

> Love you too, Mother.

'From

D. Stoval'... give me a break...

'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?'

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.

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.

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.

> 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.

'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.

> 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.

'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.'

> 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. Real good...

I'm starting off the friendship by lying to you.

So that might be something we need to put on the back burner.

Gratefully yours, Becca.

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.

'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'

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.

Screw this.

> '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?

>'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'

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.

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.

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

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.

'To

my new friend and a very special girl.

Fondly yours, Dean'

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.

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.

'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'

There.

That's nine... tomorrow...

ten.... if I don't die

in the next five minutes.

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.

Darn. Where'd I leave it?

Oh, shoot!

Glad a bird didn't poop on you.

'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'

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.

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.

'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.

> 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.

> 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!

> Hey.

It's okay. I've got it.

> Here.

> Forget it.

If you want a hat with that it's half off

> Excuse me? > I said if you if you, if you want a hat

with that, it's half off > No, just this.

> Sorry.

> 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.

I think you're be okay.

Just think about it. > Yeah, I will.

Thanks. Have a good day

a good day.

'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.'

> 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

> 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.

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.

> 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.

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.

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.

'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!

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.

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.

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.

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!

'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'

Your mother may not deserve your forgiveness,

but remember, you're forgiving her for your sake,

not hers.

> 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.

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.

'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.

> 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.

> 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.

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.

> 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.

> 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!

> 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!

> 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.

'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'

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.

'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...' '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?' 'Dear Dean,

My latest checkup showed a marked improvement in my overall stats...

Dr. Newsome said he's indicating full...' '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.'

'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...'
'Indiana doesn't have a pro baseball

team, so I've compensated by being a diehard Twins fan.

Harmon Killebrew is like royalty to...' '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.' '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...' 'I'm not that much into politics,

but I've always voted Republican, and in the last few elections, I...'

'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...'

'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...'

'...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....' '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...'

'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...'

'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..."

'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...'

'Dear Becca, how's your other friend? The one who is battling cancer?

Love, Dean.'

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.

> 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.

'I love you,

with or without. Dean.'

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

> 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.

> 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.

> 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.

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

I'm from Seattle.

Dean and I met on- > You're the one he's been emailing?

> Um...

yes.

> 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. > 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?

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.

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

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...