I lost my brother-in-law to lung cancer Sunday. I cried for him, for family and selfishly for me. At least it felt selfish. My brother in law put up a good fight, a great fight, a valiant fight against his cancer. I followed his journey, he was a great pen-pal and I appreciated his insight, feedback, advice and experience as I started this path of unknowns of my own. He let me know, quite frankly, what was coming and helped me prepare for the next challenge in this process. He didn’t sugar coat things. I can’t tell you how important that is when everyone around you wants to tell you that things are OK, and you will be fine, and not to worry. You don’t stop them, because you know they are using words to soothe themselves as much as you. Truth is, once you get this diagnosis all you do is worry. You are thankful for the brief reprieve you get on occasion when you have a task that requires so much focus that you find freedom from the thoughts about the diagnosis.
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