This is my friend Jim.
Jim is the father of two young beautiful children, a boy and a girl.
Jim rocked being a single dad with a rare quality that any man would be blessed to have. He was scared, as we all are, but took it on like a champ.
Jim remains one of the best storytellers I've ever encountered in my life (as evidenced in this video). His fascination with people, history, astronomy and art made for endless interesting conversation. He was also a wonderful, caring, attentive listener.
Jim's laugh is still one of the those things that can always bring a huge grin to my face.
Jim.... passed away last year, far too young, far too quickly, from cancer.
His memory haunts me as I attempt to hold up
one of my best friends through her own battle with cancer.
As I spoke with my friend this afternoon, she told me of the next line of treatments she must endure. Because there is a trace of cancer cells in her lymph nodes, she must undergo yet another surgery to remove the lymph nodes under her arms. Any surgery meant to rebuild her physical body must be postponed until after more surgery and now, chemotherapy. She will lose her hair and has already stated that she will not wear a wig.
"I will rock that bald head," she told me.
Her husband and children are remaining strong as her emotions fly all over the place. Her father can't speak to her without crying so he shows up, often unannounced, with flowers, wishes of love and then leaves quickly. His helplessness paralyzes him. Her mother is driving her to appointments, always with a brave face, but breaks down easily when not in sight of her daughter.
"I'll be fine. I've got this. It's going to be a tough year but I'm strong. I can handle it. I'm not scared."
I remember Jim... calling me from miles away in California in tears. It hurt those closest to him to see him weak or when he felt like giving up. Me? I demanded it from him. I fully expected to hear his pain, anger and frustration. He would try to play it off, laughing that glorious laugh. But I would quietly listen as he expressed his utter loneliness at being a single parent trying to date... with cancer.... not knowing if he was living or dying.
We all feel too many emotions to try to limit ourselves to a few during the most trying physical, emotional, mental and spiritual battles any of us will ever face. We should all be allowed our feelings - no matter the battle.
"Listen," I told my girlfriend this evening, "I hear you tell me you're strong and I believe you. I believe that you feel like you can handle this. I don't doubt it for a moment. But I also know that you'll have some moments when you're not so strong. You'll have times when you just want to be mad at the world. If I can do anything for you, please let me be the one you'll call when everyone else expects you to be strong. I don't expect that. I only expect you to be you."
My heart hurts at the thought of witnessing yet another loss.... so I won't think that way. That serves no one. Instead I will give gratitude to my friend Jim, for teaching me that even the strongest and bravest among us need to be heard.