Terminal prognosis doesn't stop family, hospital from planning wedding

March 19, 2019

HERSHEY, Pa. — Maggie Garrett always picks the winning scratch-off ticket.

The one her longtime partner Anthony Chalker handed her on Nov. 11 was purple — her favorite color. So she dove in and started scraping off the gray stuff to see what her prize might be.

Garrett needed a run of good luck. More than a year earlier, doctors told her she had cervical cancer. She’d gotten treatment, and her health had improved.

Three diamonds emerged on the surface of her ticket. She kept scratching to see what her prize might be.

Words appeared. “Maggie, will you marry me?” they read.

She glanced up from the ticket and found herself staring into a diamond. This one was real, attached to a rose gold band. Behind it, knelt Anthony, the love of her life and best friend for more than a decade, the man with whom she was raising three children.

The wedding, they decided, would be Feb. 11.

Then fate darker than the lottery-ticket variety stepped in. Garrett’s cancer returned. Stage four, doctors said. At 28 years old, her prognosis gave her only weeks.

Feb. 11 came and went. Garrett was admitted to Penn State Health Milton S. Hershey Medical Center to fight it out.

Then the family — Garrett, Chalker and their children — decided they’d have the wedding on March 14. It would take place in the interfaith chapel, five floors under Garrett’s room in acute care. Hospital staff would pitch in tablecloths, shoes, makeup and refreshments like the village in the stone soup story.

After all, everyone decided, sometimes scratch-offs know more than cancer when it comes to love.

Going to the chapel

Just before the wedding, Christina Banhardt, a patient care assistant on the fifth floor, makes an hour-and-a-half trek east on the turnpike to David’s Bridal, where she buys a white lace veil. She pops across the street into an Ulta Beauty store and buys lipstick and eyeliner.

Back at the Milton S. Hershey Medical Center, social worker Jenn Heinemann pitches in with odds and ends, such as “Mr. and Mrs.” wine glasses for the toast. Patty Spisak, an administrative assistant in Patient Experience, finds a tablecloth — purple, of course —and takes it to the chapel, covering it in rose petals and flowers. In a nearby room, she hangs balloons. Beverages are procured. Cakes are arranged.

Barnhardt and Spisak have never been to a hospital wedding before, but the Garrett-Chalker nuptials isn’t a first rodeo for everyone. Thu Thi Gazzio, a registered nurse on the fifth floor, has helped patients with birthday parties, anniversaries and parties of all stripes in her six years at the hospital. “Once, we did a [wedding] in a patient’s room,” she said. Another happened in the Lion’s Den, a big room at the end of the hall.

Garrett spent much of the day sleeping to gather her strength. The day before, she’d received one of her many treatments. Her voice was weary in the early afternoon.

“It’s rose gold,” she said, offering a hand, to show the ring Chalker knelt to give her on Nov. 11.

The diamond lists and presses against a knuckle. “I’ve lost a lot of weight since then,” she explained.

They’d met as teenagers. Chalker was visiting a mutual friend who was throwing away a set of antique chairs. The friend said Chalker could break them up, if he wanted. Chalker, being a bored, rambunctious kid, jumped at the chance to destroy something.

Chalker was in mid-destruction when Garrett walked in, confused that some random guy was destroying the furniture.

Later, Chalker gave her a ride home.

They were members of the same herd. They hung out at Twist, their favorite club in Wilkes-Barre, which has since closed down. Eventually, the friendship became love. Then came Zachary, who is now 10 years old. Next was Nicholas, 6. Melody arrived almost two years ago.

They talked marriage but never planned anything.

“We didn’t need paperwork to prove it at all,” Garrett said. “We knew spiritually that we loved each other. We were going to be together. Nothing was going to change that.”

Though new, the ring looks somewhat dull in the light of the hospital room.

“I’ve just worn it so much,” she said.

Personal connections

By late in the afternoon, family members and friends from the Twist days begin to arrive. Bill Eaton and his girlfriend, Flexcia Delevine, have come all the way from Wilkes-Barre, a two-hour drive. The families gather in the Garretts’ room.

Chalker arrives with a bag of Arby’s. Everyone has kids these days — cousins, nieces, nephews and friends chase one another past medical equipment and hospital furniture.

Barnhardt curls, teases and swoops Garrett’s hair. She adds lipstick. Garrett’s illness seems to evaporate. She sits up straight in the bed and examines a mirror.

“My lips still look thin,” Garrett said.

“Well, you have thin lips,” Barnhardt replied. They laugh.

Other nurses wander into the room and fawn over Garrett. Some, such as Barnhardt and Colleen Lopko, have forged tight bonds in their short times with Garrett.

Lopko, a staff nurse, said she was blown away by Garrett’s gratitude and kindness in the face of everything.

Speaking words of wisdom

Just before 5:30 p.m., Barnhardt knocks on the door, where someone has taped a “Do Not Disturb” sign.

“Mags?” she said. Then she opens the door and goes in.

Moments later, Garrett and Chalker emerge. She walks gingerly, the white shoes Barnhardt brought her protruding beneath the stunning white dress. She beams as she sits in a wheelchair the nurses have set aside for her. Chalker, who wears black pants and a black tie Windsor-knotted into a white sport shirt, takes her to the elevator.

In the interfaith chapel, two women play an acoustic guitar and a small keyboard. One is Christina Myers, a music therapist with Penn State Children’s Hospital. Myers has visited with Garrett for the past couple of days deciding on what music she’d like. She picked the Beatles’ “Let It Be,” “Here Comes the Bride” and “A Thousand Years.” Myers’ job was to help Garrett choose music that had meaning.

It wasn’t Myers’ first rodeo, either. The meaning of ceremonies like this one varies for everyone.

“Music and purposeful song choice can hold our complex emotions,” she said. “It’s important, and it’s meaningful for them, and we need to witness that for them.”

‘I wish I knew you longer’

“It is a day of love and a day of joy,” Chaplain Resident Rose Baer announces to the congregation. Her colleague, Kelsey O’Brien, a chaplain for palliative oncology, knew Garrett and would have officiated if she hadn’t been at a conference.

On her weakened legs, Garrett’s walks into the room, arm looped into her father’s. She and Chalker sit in two chairs and face one another. They slide in closer when it’s time to hold hands.

“I didn’t write any vows,” Garrett said, “because I think I’ve said everything I could to you over the last ― what­ ― 14, 15 years, we’re going on? … I wish I knew you longer because then I could have loved you longer. And I’m sorry … you stayed by my side. You were the only one who stayed by my side … when the whole world crashed down around me. … I love you, Anthony Paul Chalker. … I couldn’t have picked a better man.”

“I had something written,” Chalker said. “But of course, I forgot it. Like I forget everything. It’s hard to say anything I already haven’t said.”

“What, you’re going to take my line?” Garrett said, cutting in.

Chalker smiles as the crowd chuckles. “You’ve been the love of my life for over 10 years …You’re my everything. I’ve given up my all for you, and I’d do it again in a heartbeat.”

Melody takes a tumble to the chapel floor. Chalker picks her up. Family circles to soothe the crying child.

“You’re my best friend,” Chalker said. “I love you.”

They kiss.

About today

Family and nurses gather in an anteroom near the chapel for a reception. Cake and sparkling cider are served. Baer, who just met the couple a few days earlier, joins in.

It is her first wedding ceremony like this, but nothing in what she said during the ceremony gave any clue that today’s wedding was different from any other.

And maybe it wasn’t. The ceremony was about today, Baer said, not tomorrow. It was about celebrating two lives merging.

Whatever comes next is the prize under the scratch-off.

“Love never ends,” Baer said. “That’s what the point of today was.”

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Last Updated March 19, 2019