in 39 lucy baffer started to get sick.
at first she thought she was pregnant
then she thought she might be going through change of life.
she hated doctors, so she didn’t really know…
then she had a terrible hemmorage, and finally had to be taken to the doctor,
turned out she had ovarian cancer, and it was too far gone to treat.
she declined through 40, and finally died.
her husband, jack, said it was a miracle how his business expanded suddenly just as he needed the money.
he worked for the dixon crucible company, selling graphite as an industrial lubricant up and down the connecticut industrial belt up from brooklyn to new haven and back.
she got radiated, having tattoos on her body to show where the radiation marks should be
once she wore a lambskin coat, one of her few luxuries, because it was cold in the hospital. the radiation exuding from her body after the treatment, caused the coat to get cooked.
first they gave her morphine for the pain, then snake venom to break down the resistance to the morphine.
it was terrible,
her daughter, my mom met my dad in 39. her mom lucy was in bed when she and nanny met,
from her bed she said “you two look like the cat who ate the canary” referring to my mom and dad.
lucy finally died in 2/1/42
“my father was under such stress”
she didn’t learn until 41, when she went to bed, and couldn’t get up.