Earlier in this thread, I was getting pretty disgusted. I simply don’t have the appetite for a lot of what was going on up thread right now.
Then I read these two posts.
My condolences (belated as they may be) and prayers for you and your families going forward.
Then I read these two posts.
My condolences (belated as they may be) and prayers for you and your families going forward.
To be clear. I lost my oldest son on my "B" day on 2002 while holding his hand to Cancer. He was 31 years young.
1 month later I was diagnosed with stage 4 Non Hodgkin's Lymphoma. There is no known cure. Slow growing. 3 to 4 years was my time frame. That was in 02. Looks like I am one of a handful that made it out his far. It is in remission. Sleeping so to speak and in the back of my mind with every breath I take. Each day I get to see is a gift to spend as I see fit.
There is hope. But I all to often ask why me.
This has shaped my attitude. Who I am. I do not suffer fools very well. Again, waste of time.
I have the deepest respect for about everyone of you that have posted in here. Some really good points made and opinions shared. Respect.
Now, lets do this right OK. Any one of you can start a thread to give an opinion of the mans life work. But not here. And I apologize to all for my part in the derailing.
His fight against this horrible disease, should not have words of ill will, disrespect, or even hatred cast against him because of his beliefs and opinions.
Cancer is a horrible thing, no matter what type. I know all too well from my late wife's 4.5 year battle with Ovarian Cancer. It not only affects him,
but his wife, their family and long time friends. Both mentally and physically. It wrecks havoc with all especially with his family, knowing all to well that
they be spending his last months on this earth with them.
The mental aspect is wrenching. no matter how much you try to remain positive with a optimistic outlook. I just hope his Oncologist is truthful with
the facts to him, and not hiding facts from them no matter how dire. My wife's oncologist hid it from her for 9 months that she was classified as terminal,
and even dodged her questions of her being terminal with the reply "Everyone's terminal, we're all dying from the time we're born." It wasn't until I was
able to be face to face with him, when he finally did admit it, and it was 2.5 months before she passed. 1 day before her 50th birthday and
6 days short of our 30th wedding anniversary. I went from a optimistic husband to being widowed, then suffering a mild heart attack
to a mini stroke in less that 7 months and have been trying to recoup for the last two years.
My heart truly goes out to him and his family because I know the battle and mental anguish all to well.