Review from a little brother, November 11, 2010
By Jeff Newcombe (Flint, Mi United States)
As I read through as these reviews about Vickie's book I cannot help but swell with pride about my sister. Yes Vickie was my sister and I was her little brother and there is not a day that goes by that I don't miss her immensely. The amazing thing is that after reading all of your wonderful comments about her and her book I see all of you have been able to get a glimpse of what made Vickie so very special in reading her book. Her tireless work towards helping others, all the late nights talking to cancer patients, trying to ease the fears, preparing fellow travelers for this journey and for the fight ahead and just being there when they needed a shoulder to cry on. I often think her title of the book was one of her strongest gifts not only to others but herself...the gift of hope.
As you may or may not have known Vickie passed away on February 10, 2007. At the time I could not speak at her funeral, the words never did come that day and if they would have I know I would have never got them out. So it is now in this forum that I can say at least a little of what I wished I could have said then. I do not and will not ever say she lost her battle with cancer due to the fact that her words live on and she is still battling the disease through all of you and with the power to still provide encouragement to all that hear her story or read her book in my mind she will always be triumphant against this terrible disease.
I just wanted to put this out there and say thank you for all the kind words about my sister and for letting me know all the good work she continues to do to this day.
All my love,
Jeff





