I went to a memorial service yesterday. I don’t like going to those things but I understand why it is important for the family that people come. The one I went to yesterday was particularly heartbreaking because it was for a 9 year old boy. I didn’t know him very well. We had met only a handful of times. I was pretty good friends with his parents before he was born, but had since seen them very infrequently.
This child had been diagnosed with cancer when he was only three. He had spent the next 6 years battling through the terrible disease. I can’t imagine the heartbreak that is associated with going through that with a child. I have been through it, and seen it firsthand with an adult and it’s miserable.
The last 4 funerals or memorial services I have been to have been for people who have died of some form of cancer. When will we cure, or learn to prevent, this horrible affliction?
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