Thursday, January 3, 2013
We were 3000 kilometres apart when that phone call happened, roughly 1500 miles for my friends to the South. That phone call meant quite a bit, because it came from a friend who wasn't afraid to hurt my feelings. This guy has always been like that, sometimes we'd get into heated discussions because he wasn't afraid to speak his mind, but though we rarely see each other I was always happy to chew the rag over the phone to see how things were going.
It had been a few months since we talked and my wife got a phone message from his lady. I've known her as long as I known him, Actually I knew both of them before they became a couple. They are good for each other, friends, partners, lovers.
My heart sank when I heard this.
My first thought was that he'd suffered a heart attack or been in a wreck, but I placed that call and got news that no parent wants to hear. His youngest son was in palliative care in the final stages of terminal cancer. Having had a few beers and still in the throes of jet lag I wasn't able to get down to the hospital until the next day. We rolled in not long after suppertime and entered a room where the family held vigil for this young man who was no longer conscious, but still fighting. The cancer had spread throughout his body, in his organs, his brain and they had operated after two of the tumors burst. Here was this young man, married only a few years, father of two young kids who sat next to their dad as he was being kept alive on tracheostomy care while they filled him with drugs to manage any pain he might have.
I'm so sorry, I don't know what to say."
He smiled. "You don't have to say nothing man. It's not your fault."
I gave him a hug and my wife and I both choked back the tears.
He and his lady went with us into the hall and we talked as other family members moved in and out of the room. His other son showed up with his kids and I thought to myself how sad it was that little children who should be hanging stockings or out playing in the snow should have to stand vigil because their dad who was far too young was finally succumbing to a battle he had fought with cancer over a number of years.
The visit went on for about an hour and a half, not wanting to keep them we excused ourselves and wandered back down to our car. I can't tell you how sad all of this makes me and without asking permission of my friend I can't divulge his name or that of his son, although later on I may update this blog if my friend permits it.
This morning I got a message that this young man finally passed away after a lengthy battle with cancer. While he died far too young and leaves behind a very young family, I am happy to know that his Dad (my friend) was there with him until the very end.
I would like to encourage everyone to give generously to the Cancer Society as they work to find new treatments and cures for this terrible disease that takes so many lives every year.
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