I joke a
lot. Those that know me know why. I also cry a lot. Again, those that know me
know why. I do believe that there is humor to be found just about everywhere. I
am not laughing today. I’m not really crying either, but I feel like my boulder
just got a little heavier. You see, I have a friend that I have known since I
was eight years old. I remember the first time I saw him very clearly; big
ears, big eyebrows and big glasses. We were classmates for the most part. It
wasn’t until we were in high school that we became close friends. I have tons
of stories and tons of memories. My friend is going to live in God’s house.
Several
weeks ago he was diagnosed with stage IV pancreatic cancer. Most people who get
that diagnosis are either at stage IV or close. He called me because he knew
that my mom had just left us because of the same thing. He apologized for
asking me to go through it again with him. He wanted to know everything I knew.
I told him. It wasn’t what he wanted to hear but he and I agreed that knowing
what you are facing helps. He knew what he faced. Like so many others, he wanted
to fight and live. Like so many others, it was a fight he couldn’t win.
My heart is
broken all over again. Pancreatic cancer struck again. Here’s the thing….it will strike again. Many times it is a
silent killer. The people who get it don’t know until it is too late. How
messed up is that?
This is why
I have a Facebook page and blog. I don’t feel comfortable with it either. Those
that know me know why. I am desperately trying to get these people that I have “friended”
to donate. Some have, some have promised but mostly my “friend” request is
accepted and then nothing. Do they even read my page or my blog? I don’t know.
Only two have told me they do. I wonder if anyone really reads anymore. I only ask that you donate a dollar. Not ten or even
one hundred….just one dollar. It is
my responsibility to find the million people. I will ask that you share with
others but I don’t expect it.
To everyone
that I went to high school with: Most of you might remember me. Frankly that
isn’t the point and what I did or didn’t do, who I hung out with or didn’t in
high school doesn’t concern me now. What does concern me is that pancreatic
cancer has now touched YOUR lives
through Jim McCoy. I know you all knew him. He donated, tried to fight his
battle and then ultimately, like most, lost. Please, for Jim and everyone else,
let’s come together and show pancreatic cancer that the class of ’87 is a force
to be reckoned with. Click on the link below, donate. Help me move this
mountain…..Jim did.
To Jim: I
said everything I needed to say over the last month. That is between the two of
us. My mom is waiting for you with open arms. Please tell her we miss her and
love her. I will miss you and I will love you the rest of my life. You are in
my heart forever and I will think of you every time I shave my legs.
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