The C-Word and another Stray Kitten
Another stray kitten (see prior post for explanation). And it’s starting to really piss me off. I know it seems like everyone is fighting cancer these days. I’m sure it has to do with what we eat, how we eat, how we cook and all the other things we do to make our lives easier — but that’s not why I’m writing. I’m writing from Anger. I’m writing for Revenge. I’m writing because it’s just NOT FAIR.
I’m all for sportsmanship — a good clean game (most likely Rugby) where you need to fight and work together to win — cancer doesn’t play fair. And having cancer I consider myself a fighter and I know lots of you will say I inspire but I don’t feel I can hold a candle to some of you. Those that are continuing to fight this disease. Those that need to watch your numbers monthly, if not weekly. Those that need to call Celgene to answer that damn recorded message on whether or not you’re having sex with a woman that has a womb because you’re taking a drug that caused all those birth defects back in the day. Those that have to go back to the hospital for a four day aggressive chemo treatment. Those that have been to a hospital who can’t get a damn nurse to do the bone marrow biopsy done right.
Brad passed away tonight.
God I hate this disease. I want my son to be able to read this at some point so I’m avoiding the F-word, but I’m so pissed right now that I don’t know what to do. You want to know a fighter?
He and his family, direct and extended, found ways to raise money to fight Multiple Myeloma. And the fight will continue. However, it will continue without one of it’s true champions. So where does that leave us?
With a gaping hole where Brad used to be.
What would Brad say? “Get out of the damn hole and fight!”
It’s alright to be upset. It’s ok to be angry. It’s fine to be sad. But don’t ever stop fighting. We will find a cure for this disease in MY lifetime. I just wish we could have found one in his.
RIP Brad — We will continue to be #BradStrong in your honor.