I never imagined this is where my first post would be after returning from my ban. But so seems to be the case.
One of my cousin brothers was diagnosed with bone cancer about 3 years ago. It was quite a shock because he was only 16 at the time, and of all our family members, I never thought a teenager would be the target of such a terrible disease.
He started chemo soon after, and it was apparently showing good results. He even showed up to a few social gatherings and seemed healthy to us. But internally, it was growing; from near his left knee initially to all over his body. Almost 20 chemo sessions later, he was told it was no longer helpful, and that he'd have to resort to pain management.
Sadly, we knew nothing about this until only a few days ago when his health REALLY deteriorated. Intense body pains and low bloody pressure intensified. His legs were already paralyzed and he was suffering from double vision for a few weeks. He was hospitalized again last night due to low blood pressure, but it was never to become normal again. He passed away last night, much to the shock of his parents as well as me. He was only 19.
I saw his body this morning, and I couldn't believe he was gone. Neither me nor anyone else gathered there. The grief and sadness was something I had experienced very early when my dad passed away. But it was something that I could never get used to. The only way I could console myself was to be believe that he won't have to suffer the pain anymore. I hope he's in a better place; be it in heaven, beside god, as ashes in the river or as a memory in our hearts. At least he's not in pain anymore.
One of my cousin brothers was diagnosed with bone cancer about 3 years ago. It was quite a shock because he was only 16 at the time, and of all our family members, I never thought a teenager would be the target of such a terrible disease.
He started chemo soon after, and it was apparently showing good results. He even showed up to a few social gatherings and seemed healthy to us. But internally, it was growing; from near his left knee initially to all over his body. Almost 20 chemo sessions later, he was told it was no longer helpful, and that he'd have to resort to pain management.
Sadly, we knew nothing about this until only a few days ago when his health REALLY deteriorated. Intense body pains and low bloody pressure intensified. His legs were already paralyzed and he was suffering from double vision for a few weeks. He was hospitalized again last night due to low blood pressure, but it was never to become normal again. He passed away last night, much to the shock of his parents as well as me. He was only 19.
I saw his body this morning, and I couldn't believe he was gone. Neither me nor anyone else gathered there. The grief and sadness was something I had experienced very early when my dad passed away. But it was something that I could never get used to. The only way I could console myself was to be believe that he won't have to suffer the pain anymore. I hope he's in a better place; be it in heaven, beside god, as ashes in the river or as a memory in our hearts. At least he's not in pain anymore.
