I met Matt and Norman around the same time, they were roomates. Norman was Matt's "alter ego", he suggested to Matt what to do on our dates, what do wear (all jokingly of couse) and conversely relied on our opinion about his new girlfirends. The three of us roller bladed, skied, and even lived together for a short while, for two weeks before I moved in with my roomate Jennifer. Norman, Matt and I were the three musketeers. Norman and I ganged up on Matt many times. I even had to help him dress one morning when he was in a cast and Matt was already at work. Needless to say, I have a lot of fond memories with Norman and later with him and his wife Dawn. Norman married at 43 or 44 and two years later baby William was born. William was born this past December, 3 months premature but doing well. That is what Norman said late December when we last saw him.
Three weeks ago we found out he had been diagnosed with liver cancer. A few days later I learned it had spread to his lungs and that he was starting Chimotherapy right away. We learned on Friday that the cancer spread to his spine and that he was undergoing radiation treatment, at the hospital. Chimo will resume once the spinal tumor is eradicated (or maybe diminished).
I am also told he is a Stage 4 cancer.
Dawn, his wife, called me back today. She was holding it together but for how much longer? She's seen her newborn on the weekends for the last 6 weeks so she could take care of Norman. Her mom has been living with them since February. How will all this end? I don't know but the thought of Stage 4 cancer in vital organs sends images of death to my mind. This guy has had such a tough life....it's just not fair. Dawn, William..... it really pisses me off.
I'll be going in to NY where they live as much as possible in April to help Dawn out. I hope to God I can bring some light and hope. I also hope I won't have to go see him in the hospital as he deteriorates. IF he deteriorates.
If any of you can give me some ideas on what to tell Dawn, anything to be morally supportive, I'd appreciate it. I'll draw from own experience too but I was in different shoes when my mother lived through this.
Stream of consciousness is in English, desolee les filles. Merci. Bisous