It sucks to have to come back and add to this thread. As I type this my BIL, Joe, is in the hospital unresponsive. He's getting worse by the minute and I fear the end is imminent.
He had melanoma 10+ years ago and thought he had beat it. It reared its ugly head again in January of 2023. My son, mom, father, and I traveled down (from Portland) to Houston to see he and my sister for Christmas and to spend some time on the coast fishing. They have a house in Matagorda and go out fishing in the bay a lot. Joe got my son hooked on fishing and it was a great bond between the two. We fished for two days and then the crazy freeze happened and temperatures dropped to 14 degrees.
Shortly after that trip Joe started feeling ill but being the big tough guy that he is he disregarded it until he passed out one day. He and my sister went to the hospital and ran tests. Cancer. All over. He's been fighting it for the past year and had good success. Had a PET test that showed 95% of it had disappeared but that last 5% was another story - it just wouldn't go away. He was put into a trial at MD Anderson where they remove his T-cells, kill off his immune system, and reintroduce them into his body to combat the cancer. It had the opposite effect and the tumors exploded everywhere. Eventually he was diagnosed with LMD, Leptomeningeal Disease, where the cancer invades the meninges and spinal fluid. At that point there wasn't anything really to be done.
The funny thing is I was in Texas last month for the eclipse and stopped by to visit. Joe appeared fine, strong, if a bit irksome, but otherwise looked healthy. He and my son went fishing on their lease by the Trinity river. It was a good day. I'm glad that will be my son's final memory of his uncle Joe. The LMD prognosis and lack of success with the trial made Joe realize that he wasn't going to beat it and he started to deteriorate pretty quick. They had planned on inserting a port into his head to release the chemo drugs directly onto the meninges but it would have interfered with his other nephew's graduation. Joe was the only male figure in his nephew, Michael's life and helped raise him. He was determined to see Michael graduate and walk the stage. Michael asked if Joe would host a crawfish boil for his graduation party. Joe agreed and it gave him another goal.
The ceremony and party was last weekend. During the party Joe started feeling ill and weak and went into the house to rest for 15 minutes. He never made it back out to the party. He started throwing up and couldn't stop. Stopped eating on Sunday and is disoriented. My sister took him to the ER and they said he was having seizures. He doesn't recognize her or his family and can't talk. He's dying. I don't know if he'll leave the hospital.
I've been doing a lot of crying today.
Fuck Cancer