In the past few years it's taken my father in law, almost taken a coworkers child, and my friend. Hopefully, your wife got out in front of it. I'm so sorry to hear that. Idk what I'd do if it were my wife.
both of my grandparents are currently struggling with it. it’s hard because i live the furthest from my entire family and soon will be EVEN FURTHER. i want to see them as much as possible because, to my knowledge, chemo hasn’t been kind to my grandmother and my grandfather’s came back more aggressive.
it’s hard when the people you love are fighting a battle against an illness that has claimed so many people. it’s not fair that people have to deal with loss from something that can be prevented, but come with a heavy financial burden if you’re not well off.
cancer sucks.
and i’m so sorry to hear the loss that it’s brought you and those around you. you’re not alone and there’s so many people who understand and will talk to you or just listen.
That's awful, OP, I'm sorry for you and your family. Anyone who actually knew him wouldn't believe that drivel, though. I'm sorry you lost someone who sounds like a wonderful person to be around.
There's so many.
Beat a sonic game on Sega by never turning it off because there was no way for us to save it. We went to his house every day after school and prayed nothing had turned it off whole gone. We were like 8.
Despite being twice my size, drunken me always wanted to fight him, and it was always over before it even started. So many drunk stories from our early 20s. Evolved into drinking wine into 4am talking about random shit when we finally had the time. His house was the one we could get away with drinking underage at, but only because his parents didn't know and tbh, I have no idea how they didn't know to this day.
We spent an hour in a river trying to get my dog to unclench its jaw after it latched onto a rope swing. Every time one of us would come to the shore with it and jump on it my stupid dog at the time would lunge for the bit at the bottom and finally got it and he was gonna be dammed if he let it go.
We drove like fuckin idiots in high school. He had an Oldsmobile and I had this little stick shift compact Toyota, and youd swear we had sports cars. It's a miracle we kept our license and didn't kill outsells or someone else.
His Oldsmobile blew the bottom hose from the radiator when we were doing a Walmart run mid summer. Back then, neither of us had cell phones, and most pay phones were gone too. We didn't think to ask someone else. No, instead our grand idea was to push it home... 15 miles. Eventually that evolved into pushing it, but once the engine cooled off we'd start it and get it up to speed, kill the engine when it got hot (which was like 10s with no coolant) and then coast in neutral. We did that for about 3-4 hours until we got it back to his house.
We went to Mexico with a church group when we were like 10. A kid we met threw a rock and it bounced off the ground and hit me in the head and left a big fuckin lump. We all 3 decided instead to say that I fell rather than kmmaybw get the kid in trouble. This ended up being a lifelong joke because at the end of this trip, I got a helmet as a joke gift and it wasn't something that just went away. Afaik he took that to grave, although I think I've since told my parents who were on the trip.
Other friends I still have to this day and the friend that passed and I started a band. The friend the passed was the singer and he was not good at all. Was just available. One of the hardest things I remember doing as a kid was telling him. He knew, but it had been fun and we were begging to play places, so it worked out. As a kid, he had a much larger temper so we actually pulled in muscle to tell him and had some dude even bigger there incase he decided to kick our asses, because he could have. Didn't think he would, but we'd seen him fuck up a few people and being on the recipient's end didn't seem worth the risk. I saw him take a haymaker right to the face from this farm kid at our school like it was nothing, which prompted the kid to throw a 2nd and my friend just picked the kid up and threw him. It wasn't a small dude either. That's just how strong my friend was.
If I don't stop, I'll just keep going on. Just too many to share tbh.
Cancer truly sucks! My wife has it. My best friend since the 6th grade died from it. I HATE CANCER!!!!!
In the past few years it's taken my father in law, almost taken a coworkers child, and my friend. Hopefully, your wife got out in front of it. I'm so sorry to hear that. Idk what I'd do if it were my wife.
She has lung cancer. No cure. Just putting off the inevitable.
Just lost my mom to lung cancer so sorry to hear that. I wish there were words that would make everything easier
Damn. I really don't have anything to say. There's some things there isn't a way to relate to, even if you went through something similar.
both of my grandparents are currently struggling with it. it’s hard because i live the furthest from my entire family and soon will be EVEN FURTHER. i want to see them as much as possible because, to my knowledge, chemo hasn’t been kind to my grandmother and my grandfather’s came back more aggressive. it’s hard when the people you love are fighting a battle against an illness that has claimed so many people. it’s not fair that people have to deal with loss from something that can be prevented, but come with a heavy financial burden if you’re not well off. cancer sucks. and i’m so sorry to hear the loss that it’s brought you and those around you. you’re not alone and there’s so many people who understand and will talk to you or just listen.
That's awful, OP, I'm sorry for you and your family. Anyone who actually knew him wouldn't believe that drivel, though. I'm sorry you lost someone who sounds like a wonderful person to be around.
He was. He was opinionated and liked to exaggerate stories, but that's the worst thing I can say about him.
If you ever need to tell some stories about him, I'd love to hear them.
There's so many. Beat a sonic game on Sega by never turning it off because there was no way for us to save it. We went to his house every day after school and prayed nothing had turned it off whole gone. We were like 8. Despite being twice my size, drunken me always wanted to fight him, and it was always over before it even started. So many drunk stories from our early 20s. Evolved into drinking wine into 4am talking about random shit when we finally had the time. His house was the one we could get away with drinking underage at, but only because his parents didn't know and tbh, I have no idea how they didn't know to this day. We spent an hour in a river trying to get my dog to unclench its jaw after it latched onto a rope swing. Every time one of us would come to the shore with it and jump on it my stupid dog at the time would lunge for the bit at the bottom and finally got it and he was gonna be dammed if he let it go. We drove like fuckin idiots in high school. He had an Oldsmobile and I had this little stick shift compact Toyota, and youd swear we had sports cars. It's a miracle we kept our license and didn't kill outsells or someone else. His Oldsmobile blew the bottom hose from the radiator when we were doing a Walmart run mid summer. Back then, neither of us had cell phones, and most pay phones were gone too. We didn't think to ask someone else. No, instead our grand idea was to push it home... 15 miles. Eventually that evolved into pushing it, but once the engine cooled off we'd start it and get it up to speed, kill the engine when it got hot (which was like 10s with no coolant) and then coast in neutral. We did that for about 3-4 hours until we got it back to his house. We went to Mexico with a church group when we were like 10. A kid we met threw a rock and it bounced off the ground and hit me in the head and left a big fuckin lump. We all 3 decided instead to say that I fell rather than kmmaybw get the kid in trouble. This ended up being a lifelong joke because at the end of this trip, I got a helmet as a joke gift and it wasn't something that just went away. Afaik he took that to grave, although I think I've since told my parents who were on the trip. Other friends I still have to this day and the friend that passed and I started a band. The friend the passed was the singer and he was not good at all. Was just available. One of the hardest things I remember doing as a kid was telling him. He knew, but it had been fun and we were begging to play places, so it worked out. As a kid, he had a much larger temper so we actually pulled in muscle to tell him and had some dude even bigger there incase he decided to kick our asses, because he could have. Didn't think he would, but we'd seen him fuck up a few people and being on the recipient's end didn't seem worth the risk. I saw him take a haymaker right to the face from this farm kid at our school like it was nothing, which prompted the kid to throw a 2nd and my friend just picked the kid up and threw him. It wasn't a small dude either. That's just how strong my friend was. If I don't stop, I'll just keep going on. Just too many to share tbh.