I need to vent/talk/cry and get this off my chest. So you are the lucky recipients of my depression today.
Back in October I was just heartbroken to hear that one of my Uncles had terminal cancer. Sad thing was, he hadn't been feeling well off and on for months and had gone to the doctor several times. He'd even been admitted to the hospital on 2 occasions for symptoms much like why he was admitted in October. In October the doctors found the reason he was sick and there was nothing they could do.
Skip forward a couple of days. Another uncle was admitted to the hospital right down the street from the above uncle. He was having a lot of pain in his stomach and decided he should probably have tests done. That very same day was diagnosed with terminal stomach cancer.
The very next day, uncle #3 had been sick for quite a while. They said it was a virus he'd been hospitalized for in New Orleans when he went down to help with clean up from Katrina. He's a member of the Red Cross and has gone down numerous times but this time came home very ill. Months passed and he lost weight enough to concern the doctors. He went in for tests and was given 2 months. The cancer he has had already spread too far and any kind of treatment would only extend his life expectancy 2-3 more months. Without it they gave him 2 months. He refused treatment.
Uncle #4-Diagnosed with Leukemia 2 years ago. He's battled this along with infections that were caused by the treatments. When Uncle #1 was in the hospital a few weeks ago this uncle was also in the hospital on life support.
So, I have 4 uncles all diagnosed a few days apart that they may or may not make it to the end of the year. October was not a good month for our family.
I will add, too, that none of these uncles are related other than by marriage. They all married into the family except uncle #2. He's my dad's brother.
But the end of November things were getting worse for Uncle #1. Another aunt was staying with my aunt to help her out. And she was also running up to see Uncle #4 daily. The morning she left to go back home for a week or so, my uncle passed away. Not long after uncle #4 also passed away. Without knowing, both funerals were scheduled for last Saturday a few hours apart. It made it easy for us that had to travel but it was exhausting for everyone.
Since both aunts knew each other from early childhood they attended each husband's funeral. It was heartbreaking to see these 2 women who had just lost their husband and would bury them that day attend the other funeral to support each other. Even the dinners afterward had family from both sides of the family and both aunts were there, again, for each other.
No one expected this, of course, who does? No one expects 4 uncles to be diagnosed with terminal cancer of one kind or another all within a few days of each other either. Two funerals in the same year is hard, two in the same month is devastating but two in the same day is simply heart wrenching.
Thanks for lending me your shoulder. I needed it today.
If you love them, tell them.