Yesterday my dad's cousin's husband Max died. I have talked about him a couple times before. For the past 2 years, he had been battling cancer of the kidneys, spleen, lungs, pancreas, and lymph nodes. So it was all over the place so his death was inevitable, but it's still very sad. I can only imagine the pain his wife Julie must be feeling right now.
Max was 59 years old. He and Julie had 4 kids and a few grandkids. Those little grandkids are gonna grow up with no memories of their grandfather. It's very sad. Max was a very successful realtor in New Orleans. Even after he was told his cancer had spread, he still went to work on a regular basis, despite the lousy side effects of the chemo. That's how strong Max was...he didn't let the cancer get in the way of what he wanted to do. And just last week, the doctor told him he had 2-4 weeks left to live, and guess what Max did afterwards? Went to lunch with his friends. I find that very admirable.
Just a few weeks ago he was on a terrific streak. He was up making breakfast for everyone. Isn't it amazing how health can decline over such a short period of time?
So this is all very sad. I've only met Max a couple times and when we got together, he and I really hit it off. And we're leaving for New Orleans in a couple weeks. I was really hoping I'd be able to see him one last time. I hope we'll still be able to see Julie, my great-aunt Alice and her husband John. They're all really nice people and it sucks that this happened.
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