My uncle Eddie died of bone cancer.
Years ago, he suffered a broken leg while hunting. The leg never healed properly, and he got gang green. He then had the leg amputated. After years of pain his meds stopped working. He went to the doctor 3 months ago, and a bone scan showed stage 4 bone cancer. The powerful pain medication that he had been on for years, masked the symptoms. They gave him 3 months to live.
He was terribly ill for the last 3 months, and being the man that he was, couldn't be contained by any hospital staff. He died at home today with my grandmother by his side. He was 60 years old.
He lived a very full albeit dangerous life. He will be missed. When ever I think of my uncle, I will remember with a smile. I am glad to know the man who robbed a bank to fund a trip to reno. The man who dressed as a woman to elude police officers. The man who smoked in his room in the hospital, and broke out of his nursing home. The man who was afraid of nothing, and did everything. His headstone will not read "If only I'd had less fun"
I just wish I could be with my grandmother to comfort her. How one woman can bury two husbands, and too many of her children is beyond me.
Yes, its a little gray today. I am sad to see him go, but glad to see he is no longer in pain. I know that he is finally at peace.