Wednesday, November 4, 2009

Uncle Mike

My husband's Uncle Mike is dying. From cancer. The same kind of cancer that the hubby's father had- lung and throat and everywhere else apparently. The thing is no one knew that Uncle Mike even had cancer until last week.

Uncle Mike didn't come to Jude's baptism because he was home sick, with what doctors' thought was pneumonia. Turns out the spot they thought was pneumonia is cancer, and it is rampant throughout the rest of his body. They say he has 3-6 weeks to live. If they are right he will miss his first (and only right now) grandchild's first Christmas. 

I don't know how to support Aunt and my Mother in Law, or my husband while we play the waiting game. I don't know what to do or say in the face of death. I am at a loss over loss. 

1 comment:

Liz said...

Sorry to hear about it.

Unless it's a case where knowing about it earlier could have led to a cure, my personal feeling is that it's better not to know until it's close to the end. He'll have enough time to put his affairs in order and say good-bye, but won't have to live with cancer hanging over his head for months or years.