|Earlier today, I somehow ended up on the Newsweek website and read “How DC is Nixing a Cancer Cure” http://www.newsweek.com/id/70301 and I suggest that you do too.
Annoyed? Go sign this petition: http://www.lymphomation.org/index.html or call your representative and then spread the word. I had been planning on posting about this sometime later this weekend, but then…
Tonight I found out that a dear friend of mine lost his battle with lymphoma.
Fred and I went to college together and I will always remember him as pictured here. Coffee cup in hand, lab coat, and a smile. Fred was the mother hen of the small group of friends I had in college. He cared about all of us and was always there when you needed him. We used to sneak into campus buildings and explore the off-limits attics and basements. We’d joke about fencers (he was one and I wasn’t) or my odd taste in music (the laugh was on him, when he decided he liked the Jazz Butcher Conspiracy and their use of a typewriter as an instrument). He even contributed to my roommate and I’s mad plan to collect soda cans for some secret project… which turned out to be a wall of cans that we taped in front of his door late one night. He was greeted the next morning by the smiley face we patterned into it.
After college, Fred stayed in touch. Our whole little circle scattered into the wind, but Fred would always check in. First Delaware, then Chicago, and finally in New York. We attended one another’s weddings and saw one another very infrequently after college. We threatened a few times to get together up in Binghamton, but one reason or another kept that from happening and it was usually my fault.
He called me earlier this year to let me know that the doctor’s found something in suspicious in his test results. We had a long talk that night and then I heard nothing for a while. When I finally reached him I was beyond concerned, but he said that the treatments had taken a lot out of him and things were finally getting better. He was heading back in for a second round, so I wasn’t to worry if I didn’t hear from him soon. A short while later, I heard that he had been moved to a hospital in Buffalo. The lymphoma had spread to his brain. I never did get to speak to him again.
Goodbye my friend. You will be missed more than you imagine.