A very dear friend of mine was recently diagnosed with stage 4 colon cancer. Before that, he was at the Coronary Care Unit fighting for his life. The minute I heard about what had happened to him, I felt my heart break into a tiny million pieces. I couldn’t fight off the tears. The following day, I visited him and I hurt all over again. He was attached to a respirator and he was barely recognizable. After a myriad of prayer requests, he was finally transferred to a private room — meaning he was out of immediate danger.
Little did we know that it was just the beginning of a long and arduous fight for all of us. A few days later, his doctor told us the prognosis. After that, it was just one research on his illness after another — trying to find ways on how to stop the cancer from spreading, on how to make him live longer. I looked for testimonials of those who fought the same disease…I wanted to be reassured that everything was going to be okay.
His illness was a wake up call to me. In a snap of a finger, his whole world changed. One minute he was okay, the next he was fighting for his life. Surreal. It was unfair of the Universe to ask him to cope with something like this all too soon. There weren’t any warning signs, no alarms going off.
Now, his C is like the elephant in the room. We know it’s there but it’s something we never talk about.