Acceptance
This morning I was awake early. Too early. I walked into the office where I pushed the wake up button on the computer and waited. Then, when it came to life I clicked on my family tree program. I pulled up my brother's name and wrote in the date of death as November 25, 2021. He is gone. My brother was a warrior through his six plus year fight with terminal cancer. Stage four when diagnosed. Given a much shorter life expectancy than he achieved. There were times when we thought the time was near. Then he would rally and a new chemo treatment would be available to inflate our hopes for a different outcome. In all there were seven different protocols that he engaged. There were several that reduced the lesions and granted him some near normal activity. He went on a tour to Ireland early in his treatment plan. Then to Russia. Although the later one came with more difficulty. St...