In December one of my buddies at the infusion center was missing from his usual chair. The last time I had seen him before that he had been having severe difficulty with his cancer’s sudden leap of aggression so much so that I could not see that usual sparkle in his eyes. When I went for my treatment at the end of December, he sent a note to us all in the infusion center from his hospital bed, letting us know he missed seeing us and wishing us a happy new year.
During my last appointment at the infusion center I got the very sad news about my friend. It was the very news that I wanted more than anything not to hear. His wife will raise their four-year-old daughter with only the memories of Ed’s jubilance and infectious sense of humor. Every time I visit the infusion center I will think of my friend, sharing his music and flashing his friendly smile.
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