Today is the 5th anniversary of my older brother’s death, David. He died at age 52 after a ruthless fight with Multiple Myeloma, cancer of the plasma cells in the bone marrow, for which there is no cure.
Given 2 years, he lived for 4, surviving endless chemotherapy and 2 stem cell transplants (using his own cells, taken and treated prior to chemotherapy). A donor cell transplant was the next step and I’ll never forget the phone call from him telling me that I WAS a match for him! But, he never became well enough for us to give it a try.
He was intelligent, musically gifted, funny and a great father of two little girls!
My brother, David
After his divorce, he wrote some of these hilarious potential single’s ads:
Recently divorced, balding, 45+, grunt lab technician. Speech impediment, Hearing impaired (rock music), and eyesight faltering. Caustic, blunt, and extremely self-centered. Seeking firm figured, attractive 20 -ish nympho with no personality and a fat inheritance. PLEASE – no redheads.
Quiet, stable, strong Christian father, early 40’s, seeks young co-ed, brazen party animal with low self-esteem, no family ties and lots of money. Prefer no REDHEADS, but send picture if you see fit.
Professional gentleman, 45, handsome, entertaining, convincing liar.. seeks 80-ish Mission Hills widow, for nites of financial counseling, hot tea and contract signing.
Out of State father, 45, broke, crude, … oily scalp, poor teeth, seeks “one nite stand” candidates. … 3 times a week – Holidays off.
It makes me laugh just to hear him coming up with these.
I miss you, David!
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