It was the summer of 89' the summer my youngest girl was born my father had told the family, that he was having some sciatica problems and he was only seeing a chiropractor. The A-typical male sizing himself up with a self- diagnosis. Well unfortunately for all of us it was not a problem for a chiropractor. It was a prostrate problem, that he had left un-treated for so long that by The time it was caught it had already gone into bone cancer. It was a death sentence for my father, there were no two ways about it. They had given him 2 years. I was angry, so sad I could not think about life without him, and mad at the age of 25 I would be fatherless. I felt I could no longer breathe....Then in April 1991 my husband was diagnosed with inoperable lung cancer... and he was given 1 week to live... My father died September4,1991
my husband died September 11Th, 1991 One week after my father died.
what does not hurt you, just makes you stronger!
B.A.M.
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Yes, that was a sad period for all of us, first, dad and his prostate problem and then Mack and his lungs. You were there for all that, and I respect your strength and ability to hold forth despite....
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