drp3434
I'm either golfing or wishing I was golfing
Sorry to get so heavy in here, but I have to get this off my chest....
A few years ago, I had the unfortunate task of having to inform a family that their 3 year old son had cancer. I only saw them a couple of times after that, but always looked at the kid's chart from time to time to keep up with his progress. For some reason, it popped into my mind earlier tonight at work to check on his chart again, and then the stomach punch occurred: he died at the end of January at the age of 7. That kid fought so damn hard for so long, but it wasn't enough. I just feel awful for the family, and I have tears in my eyes as I write this.
I f---ing hate cancer. Hug your kids a little tighter the next time you get to do that.
That's tough man. It's not fair when kids have to go through that crap.