In January, the husband of my wife’s friend passed away – after a nine-year battle with multiple myeloma. He was 59-years old when he died.
Yesterday, someone who I worked with for years passed away. He had stomach cancer. He tried to fight it for the last 18 months – chemo, radiation, surgery, you name it. He was 57-years old when he died.
In six months, I will turn 50-years old. And, I have to confess, I am nervous about what’s going to happen to me. Will I come up with a terminal illness like these two men who left us way too soon?
I really try not to think about it. But, it does scare me. Neither of these guys saw it coming. But, when it hit them, that was it.