Any one who has traveled down the ‘cancer path’ knows first hand, you can not do this alone.
From day one, it takes the support of so many members of the ‘TEAM” to get through the struggle. On the good days when you want to share some positive news, you reach out to be lifted by your pals. On the bad days, it goes without saying, you need them the most because a bad scan or new tumor can be crushing.
So from a distance, over the weekend, I said good-bye to one of the ‘TEAM.”
There wasn’t a day during Leroy’s battle that this member of our group wasn’t with us. Every drive up to Baltimore this member was there. Reliable, strong, always prepared, we knew we were in good hands.
We celebrated the good news by taking our ‘friend’ to our favorite diner off I-95 so many times. We cried together at the devastating news when the doctor said Leroy’s cancer had moved to parts unreachable. There was never a more dependable comrade.
A few years after Leroy died, I parted company with the JEEP, but it stayed in the family. My nephew would drive it, and take care of it, because he knew the history that came with those four wheels. But when he recently broke the news that he’d purchased a new car, the writing was on the wall.
So instead of selling the call to some new driver who would have no heart in the deal, we decided the best thing to do would be to donate the car to a needy military group. It was the perfect solution, considering Leroy’s history of covering war zones and his close attachment to the military.
Support, in a small way, going to a group who supported him for many years.
It’s hard to say “good-bye” to such a trusted member of the team.