Like others, Mike, I don't know what to say. You are truly an inspiration, example, and guiding voice for us all.
I hope you and your family might like this poem, which reminds me of you. It was written by Theodora Kroeber, a novelist and poet and daughter of one of the 20th century's most influential anthropologists, Alfred Kroeber. Kroeber had taken under his wing one of California's last "wild" Indians, Ishi, who came down out of the hills in N. California at age 49, when the last of his little band had died. Ishi lived out his days (5 years) in a building on the Berkeley campus where Kroeber was on the faculty. en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Ishi This poem is written in the "voice" of Ishi.
Poem for the Living
When I am dead
Cry for me a little.
Think of me sometimes
But not too much.
It is not good for you
Or for your wife or your husband
Or your children
To allow your thoughts to dwell
Too long on the Dead.
Think of me now and again
As I was in life
At some moment
it is pleasant to recall.
But not for long.
Leave me in peace
As I shall leave
you, too, in peace.
While you live
Let your thoughts be with
Small TA Grade 1, May-06; recur (2 tiny), same, June-08; TURBTs both times. BCG begun July-08, dosage to 1/3rd May-10, completed treatment December-11. All clear since 2008.
Dear Mike, Since 2006 the year we were both diagnosed with this disease I have followed your post and I have considered you my friend as does everyone else on this site.
This is what the Bible says about friends.
John 15:13 , Greater love hath no man than this, that a man lay down his life for his friends.
You put your life all out there for all of us to learn more of this disease .
The good, the bad , the ugly.
You are such an inspiration to all of us! With your journey
You have shown us hope, wisdom, love and above all laughter!
You continue to teach all of us!
Words fail for my sadness, but please know
You and your family are in my thoughts and prayers.
Mike, there's hardly more I can add to what others have said. You know how I feel about you. I'm saddened that this disease has chosen to speed it's evil self up in you. Your presence, support and caring in so many of our lives will always be remembered. Go forth live, love and, by all means, finish decorating your kitchen! Will always think of you as my BC angel.