Mercy. Only 53....
EDIT:
Y'all avert your eyes, I'm going to use curse words here.
**** CANCER. Damn it to hell...
I can't possibly explain what dealing with, fighting against, suffering from
cancer is like to anyone who hasn't - it isn't possible, least by the likes of me.
It's not a thorough enough explanation to say "it takes you to a different
means of existence" - but it does that.
You leave a chunk of yourself behind every damn time, though - and sometimes
that chunk is more than a person can withstand and live on.
I don't wish it on anyone.
I didn't know personally - I didn't know of - this man, but suffice to know
I knew him just the same.
God bless and keep his family and close friends; they are the true victims of the
disease, ultimately.
P.S.: When #7 finally manages to put me down for good, y'all don't go off and do anything goofy, ok?
I'll figure out how and come back and haunt hell out of you if you do.