While I was alone and waiting for Maries' surgery to continue, my cell phone rang. It was Maries younger brother. I thought he wanted to check on his sisters progress. Unfortunately he called to tell me that Maries' dad passed away. That was the worst possible news. He was a good man that lost his battle with cancer. I found it upsetting to realize that my wife could lose her battle at any time as well.
Maries dads had fought for a long time against his disease. At that time, Marie had been fighting for nine years. I kept thinking about all the times the medicals told me, after each treatment, that these tumors may never come back. But back they came, time, after time, after time.
I told Maries' brother that I was sorry for his loss, and that I would tell Marie at the appropriate time. I also told him that I would call my two children and let them know about their grandfather.
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