Column: Life’s Wake-Up Call
Jo Mathis
If I had thought about my brother yesterday, I might have pictured him walking home from work, or barbecuing in his backyard in Colorado, or standing there with that familiar smirk, ready to spew some sarcasm.
But most likely I didn’t think about him at all. Yesterday – as far as I knew – all was right in his world.
The news was delivered with one fast pitch. There was no “I’m not feeling well” one week followed by “I’m going in for tests” the next, before moving on to “They think it might be bad news; I’ll know in a few days.”
Just: Prostate cancer. Stage 4. Nothing they can do.
“We’re all going to die,” he said. “It’s just a matter of when.” [Full Story]