I guess it will always be the Year-that-Eric-got-cancer, and it’s been a long rough-patch. The days since March, 2015 have been fraught with temptation to fear, piled with prayers for mercy and healing, and full of gratitude as friends have shared our woes and lightened the burden.
Eric is Now (as of 6/23) not Just Cancer-Free, but Officially Finished with All his treatments. That’s 17 rounds of chemotherapy, a rare adult who made it through All of the prescribed infusions. That’s one surgery to remove 3 rays of his left foot with associated wound-healing complications. That’s one bout of Sepsis following the final chemo treatment. That’s 25 radiation treatments, burning his foot till it resembled Peking Duck and temporarily putting him back on crutches. That’s about enough, isn’t it?
I want to use all of my eloquence to describe my son-in-law, but superlatives sound so shallow: fantastic father! great husband! caring friend! He is all of that and always has been, but adding !cancer survivor! misses the truth. He was determined, often grimly, motivated by his daughters to stand up to whatever the cure required. It has made him a deeper, stronger soul…
I’m reminded of these verses from the poem, Invictus by William Ernest Henley:
Out of the night that covers me,
Black as the Pit from pole to pole,
I thank whatever gods may be
For my unconquerable soul.
In the fell clutch of circumstance
I have not winced nor cried aloud.
Under the bludgeonings of chance
My head is bloody, but unbowed.
I really think a celebration is in order. Let’s get it started this Independence Day weekend—set off a bottle rocket, or light a sparkler, or maybe even throw one of those cherry bombs in Eric’s Honor. Toast him with your favorite beverage!
You Really are a Rockstar, Eric! You did it! It’s Over! You are so loved and admired!
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Such good news. Blessings!
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