Yesterday I got a phone call that I was expecting and dreading. My friend called to tell me that her husband, Kurt, past away earlier that day. I was speechless. Somehow I managed to eek out, “Thank you for calling. Goodbye.”
I was out on a bike ride when I got the call. Oddly, I had just stopped to get a drink of water and noticed the view. It was quite lovely. I took my phone out to snap a picture…
…and a second later the phone rang. I cried after getting the news.
This is the first close friend that I’ve watched die in my life. It was horrible no matter what way you look at it. He is no longer in pain but still snatched away far too early in his life.
We only knew one another for about 10 months but the relationship was a strong one from the get go. Both of us young and diagnosed with terminal lung cancer. That was our bond.
I’ll never forget my first phone conversation with Kurt, who at the time was a complete stranger. He seriously asked me if I was constipated and how I dealt with it. Constipation? I squirm when my pharmacist talks about constipation and now a man who I am going to meet for coffee in a few days is asking me about constipation? WTF world am I in?
We talked about all things openly, I mean all. Kurt got me talking about subjects I would not comfortably discuss with my husband. As I look back on it, he was coaching me. He would be proud to know that SW and I now do discuss constipation among other hush-hush subjects.
I am going to miss my friend so much. I hate cancer for stealing him away from his lovely wife, son, extended family, friends, and me.
My positive scan results make me happy. I can’t help but add- for now. I am on the same path as Kurt and others with stage 4 lung cancer. Maybe one day a cure will be found. I wish I was able to speed up that process.