Quick dinner and a reminder to be grateful 177/365

I got a phone call from my best friend that a beloved uncle had been rushed to the hospital and then transferred into Atlanta for brain surgery. While the surgery went well, they diagnosed him with primary glioblastoma, the most common and most malignant primary tumor of the brain. This malicious disease has the worst 5-year survival rate among all human cancers.

Aggressive.

Incurable.

12 to 18 months.

Intensive chemotherapy.

Radiation.

All I can think about is how, when we were out  kayaking and stranded without a paddle (yes, literally) he dropped what he was doing and drove out to meet us with a smile and a paddle. It keeps playing over and over in my mind.

That and how his family was blind-sided by this and their lives will never be the same.

I know that feeling.

It sucks.