Stephanie, the hospice nurse made her first official visit to our house three years ago today. A stranger with only good intentions and a soft, nurturing touch, who would eventually prescribe a morphine drip that would drown cancer’s last grasp on Leroy.
Three years ago..
I’d like to ask you all to do me a favor this weekend….Please, think back to when you first found “My Cancer” and the man who gave it a voice. What was it that drew you into his daily account of living with cancer? This gift he shared with all of us was special.
He touched us in different ways….but there was a common thread, something that built a community still going strong today.
It’s the best way to honor his memory…the best way to say “Thank you, Leroy.”