I saw this article posted on Facebook and scrolled by it several times. Last night, for whatever reason, I clicked on the link. At first when I started reading, the story sounded too familiar. The wife was diagnosed with cancer after it was “too late”. Then crazily enough their dog also died in the midst of everything. I thought it was amazing how similar our lives sounded.
The more I read, the more I realized that our journeys were so very different. Thankfully. For us. I have struggled with and continue to struggle with the fact that Dave was doing okay one day and then gone a week later. I have not been able to make sense of it. I picture him in those last days, and my heart breaks all over again. I see pictures from this time last year and shake my head in disbelief.
But what this family went through for a significant amount of time was so devastating. I cannot even begin to imagine. I didn’t want Dave to suffer. I didn’t want the kids to see him do so. I know in my head that I should be grateful, and I am as grateful as anyone can be with an outcome they were desperate to change.
The point of the article is about friendship, and while I appreciated that part, it was so much more to me. It was a perspective I probably needed to read. It doesn’t miraculously change my feelings, but it does serve as a powerful reminder of what could have been.
(Warning: Details in this essay are pretty graphic.)