You finally did it. On August 10, 2013 you took the life of the most remarkable man I’ve had the honour to know. In the process of doing so, you destroyed a marriage which represented fifteen years of happiness and intense love.
Despite your efforts in the past, attacking his liver, which eventually was replaced due to the generosity of a young man from London, attacking his bile duct, which was removed and systematically treated with poisons, you finally went for his pancreas and got a decent foothold.
Not content with just the pancreas, you took the transplanted liver, kidneys and had began working on his lungs and bone marrow when his health proceeded to fail. You systematically attacked every major organ in his body until the doctors decided they could do no further and he succumbed to you.
What I’m angriest at is that in July we were given six to twelve months, but you got greedy and took him away from me after only four weeks. That was fucking low and uncalled for. My main consolation is that you were so aggressive, his suffering was mercifully brief. I guess I should be thankful for this small mercy but I really can’t be.
What I am thankful for is the army of people who surrounded Larry (DH) and I during these past few months when we began our final battle. While Larry didn’t survive, I would not have survived without them. Particular thanks go to:
Mom and Dad
Leslie and Jeff
Steve and Dana
Doug and Tara
The 3 Davids (Bartlett, Milmine and Jacobs) – further comments about these kings of men will follow in a future post.
Steve K (the urn is beautiful my friend, I am eternally grateful)
Jeff and Michele
Alistair and Nicolle
The fabulous Donna B
Steve G, Michael W, Rob F, David R, Rich F and Lorne G from HGMC
Mark M from the Hamilton Spectator for the lovely piece on Larry
Dave K at Mixed Media, Melissa at the Grey Room, the gentlemen at Sealed Art and the ladies of Laidlaw Memorial for making Larry’s memorial something I remember.
Without these folks and the many others who stepped up to the plate with their love, concern and support, I doubt I would have survived these past two months myself. They made the sheer hell you put Larry and I through at least tolerable for me.
But, guess what cancer? I declare war on you! I have already started fundraising to support Princess Margaret Hospital through the photographs Larry and I took during our final battle against you. While he may have lost, we are going to use these documents in my continuing war against you!
I’m no longer the scared young man, afraid of you! I will continue to support others who maintain the fight to defeat cancer. You took my best friend, you took my partner, you took my husband. I will continue to support the fight you as long as I draw breath.
Seriously cancer, Fuck you!