I’ve always know cancer sucks, but I have never truly experienced it first hand. I was an infant when my grandfather suffered from it and he passed away just a few days shy of my first birthday. I’ve had friend’s relatives and distant family friends that I knew, but didn’t see on a regular basis die from or battle the horrible disease, but never seen the struggle on a regular basis. Now I have and even more so CANCER SUCKS!
A few years ago my uncle was diagnosed with cancer and he kicked its ass. No more cancer and he was doing well. It was awesome and everyone was thrilled that he beat it. He went on with his life. Sure he had some lasting problems from his bout with cancer, but all in all he was living a pretty good life.
Some time ago he began having some problems and went to the local hospital. He told them his problems, but they just wrote it off as one thing or another and sent him on his way. Finally he had enough and got answers after pushing. Cancer again! Not some little problem that the doctors kept telling him he had, not once, but multiple times. Except this time it was different cancers (yes multiple) and it was worse than his first encounter with cancer. It was heartbreaking, but I do believe he was hopeful.
A few months ago he called me asking if he could come by one day to see the kids. He usually doesn’t get to see them and had only seen Kaleb just once at Thanksgiving. Life is busy between work and caring for the kids and often the only free day I had was Sunday. I told him sure to come by one Sunday when he was free, to call me, but I never got a call. Soon the days turned to weeks and the weeks to months and I never heard from him, but got the call that he was in the hospital. It wasn’t good. This was it, it was just a matter of waiting it out and keeping him comfortable. I regret not getting together and letting him see the kids. My kids barely know their great uncle Tommy.
I made up for it by visiting a few times over the last couple weeks and even spending a night with him. Sharing memories, laughing and joking. He had old pictures in his room of everyone much younger (OMG what was I thinking back then) and even ones of the many trips either my sister or I took with him to the White Mountains and visiting Storyland and Santa’s Village in New Hampshire. I always had a lot of fun on those trips. It was great. Of course he was in and out of it and kept calling me Kelley (my sister), but it was nice to be there with him and let him know that he wasn’t alone.
Monday while at work my hubby calls me out of the blue. Sure he usually calls me here and there, but not when he knows I am busy. I guess my cousin posted about his father dying and he texted my mom and she called to let him know that my uncle had in fact passed away early that morning. I was sad because I was hoping to get in to visit him again this week since I had a couple free days. He loved when we came because we got to take him outside for a cigarette or sneak him food he wasn’t supposed have (don’t judge he was dying and wanted to enjoy some of his favorite things one last time). Even though you know the end is near, you still never expect to get that call. I love you uncle Tommy. We will all miss you greatly, but know that we are all looking out for your boys.