I think that title says it all... Cancer Sucks. A friend from high school lost her husband a week ago to cancer. He was diagnosed 14 months ago with pancreatic cancer; He had surgery, radiation, and chemotherapy; He had a clean PET scan in April. The cancer returned more aggressively in June. He was 37. They dated on and off for many years but were serious for the last 18 months. They married on Wednesday September 2 and he passed away the morning of Thursday the 3rd. They were married less than 24 hours. I cannot imagine her pain, but I wish I could carry some of it for her.
His story replicates that of Carole's (Todd's step-mom). The sadness of her passing and the anger towards cancer returned to Todd and me. Why does cancer play games? Why does it hide and allow the patient to have a clean scan and hope only to resurface with more vengeance and aggression than the first time? It isn't fair. It just isn't fair.
I had the pleasure of meeting him only once. Todd ran into him on several occassions (local band events). Also, Todd offered an 'assist' to a co-worker when she had him as a patient.
Last night was the "gathering." This morning was the Celebration of Life (a formal ceremony). The young man was a musician and active in the Fort Wayne music scene. He played several instruments and sang. It was his wish for his friends and family to jam in his honor. His dear wife made sure that happened. She rented a pavilion at a local park. The instruments were set-up, food was consumed, stories were shared, laughter was heard, and no tears were visible. Now that is a dignified way to honor someone's life!
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