Not sure where else to post this, but I just learned that an old buddy lost his lengthy battle with cancer this evening after putting up a solid fight. If anyone feels like raising a glass to a random stranger, I’m sure he’d appreciate it.
I’m truly sorry to hear that. I know it’s a little cliche, but don’t forget to take care of yourself so that you can take care of her, and sometimes just being there is enough.
My uncle took a voluntary in early COVID days as the lymphoma required more and more frequent transfusions onsite amid sick people and he with no immune system. He didn’t want to risk his daughter’s pregnancy, fraught as it was already, and when the transfusions got too frequent and his time left was too short and risky, he gathered his family and left us peacefully at 5 pm on a Tuesday.
I miss him dearly.
My cousin’s child was perfect and strong, and she’s already the free, fearless, astounding personality as the grandpa she never knew. She will know all the stories by heart, though.
Sounds like he made a difficult, selfless choice to protect his daughter and granddaughter. Sharing his story is a great way to honor him, so thanks for that.
Currently in the hospital after dealing with a neutropenic fever (fun fact: somewhere around 106.3f your brain can no longer form coherent speech) stemming from way-too-stronk chemo. I concur, fuck cancer.
Thanks for the kind replies. I didn’t necessarily make this post looking for sympathy, moreso just getting it off my chest, so I appreciate y’all taking a moment.
Sorry for your loss. In the future please avoid calling it a “fight” though, as that’s got negative connotations toward those that can’t survive the disease, since it puts the blame on the victim for “not fighting hard enough”. Not saying that’s what you meant, but some people definitely mean it that way.
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