My father, my mother; myself, my sister |
His youngest son had an appointment with that same unmerciful angel with a skull's head and a smirk. He bested his father by eleven years. It was not tobacco per se, but smoking pot that my brother had invested recreational pleasure in. He too began at a young age, but older than my father had done, and in far different circumstances; in his first years at university. My mother informed me once that she knew something was afoot because she could smell "LDS" up on the third floor where my brother had his room, 40 years ago. I doubt it comforted her that when my brother threw occasional parties up there, both students and profs would attend and the odour of skunk was prevalent.
My brother, 13 years my junior |
My father's cancer of the throat resulted in disfiguring surgery he was very conscious and aggravated about. When he was taking new experimental chemotherapy sessions by choice as a guinea pig since few other options were left to him those fifty years ago, he spoke darkly to me about "what it's like to die", informing me he didn't want to die, had no intention of dying. But he did.
As for my brother, directly after diagnosis for a rampaging cancer that had given no clue it was present; no feelings of discomfort, illness; he was placed directly into palliative care. No surgery was possible, it was simply too advanced and too busy replicating itself elsewhere in his body, having begun in his abdominal cavity. He did undergo chemotherapy in a last desperate bid to prolong his life, and allow him some quality time with his wife who nursed him at home to the very end. Which didn't take very long; he was gone in months.
Left: my aunt .. Right: my mother |
And now, news from family living in the U.S. that those two sisters' older sister in a family of three daughters and two sons living in the Pale of Settlement, Russia -- with only the daughters spared death during the Russian Revolution -- that her oldest son has just died, of an advanced brain tumour, diagnosed a mere several months earlier. He, at least, was 86.
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