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Have you ever had one of those days, where everything seems to be going right, then someone says 3 words, and none of that is important?
Yesterday, it seemed like a good day. Especially since Wednesday was such a bad one for me, with my mom at Igor’s funeral and me being sick.
I went over to baby-sit, and it was only Cole and his friend Justin. I figured since Kristie was at her friends’ house, she also had no school today. But she ended up coming home; turns out she does have school today. So we talked about random guys and such. Around 11, Cole and Justin came down stairs, and hooked up the game cube down in the living room. Kris went to bed. So I sat and watched them play Sims 2 for a while, until Cole was falling asleep. That’s when Justin put on Luigi’s mansion [or something like that] because I wanted to try it. He made fun of me, because I sucked at the game. But it was all fun. Brent came home, so I left. I got home at 12:45. I was barely making any noise, and my mom woke up. That’s when she said the 3 words.
“Mike passed away.” The day after she was at a funeral for a co-worker, he passed away. Exactly one month after I last saw him. When I saw him, he was in the Palliative care unit at the Burnaby hospital. That’s the unit they keep you in when you’re dying. Since then, he’d been out of there, and eventually, put into the Surry Hospital. He refused chemo, and not even a month later, it was too late for even that.
Not only was Mike a co-worker of my moms [at some times], he was a family friend. Erik and Mikes two boys were friends. He made me a highchair of wood for my dolls when I was little.
He had Prostate Cancer, got it operated on, and was fine for a few months. Then around November, he started feeling pain, this time in his ass. I figure he was in denial, because he kept saying it may be a pinched nerve. The type of cancer he had is said to be the most aggressive kind. It can start one place, and then jump to another. Terry Fox had the same kind of cancer.
RIP Mike.
For those of you who don’t know, Igor got hit by a car while riding his bike across 4 lanes of highway. The news paper said he wasn’t wearing a helmet. I gave him mine to help incase something like that happened. He didn’t die right away, but two hours later in the hospital. His funeral was much later, because they had to get a hold of his family in Russia. His parents, nor his sister, were able to get out of Russia.
RIP Igor.
Yesterday, it seemed like a good day. Especially since Wednesday was such a bad one for me, with my mom at Igor’s funeral and me being sick.
I went over to baby-sit, and it was only Cole and his friend Justin. I figured since Kristie was at her friends’ house, she also had no school today. But she ended up coming home; turns out she does have school today. So we talked about random guys and such. Around 11, Cole and Justin came down stairs, and hooked up the game cube down in the living room. Kris went to bed. So I sat and watched them play Sims 2 for a while, until Cole was falling asleep. That’s when Justin put on Luigi’s mansion [or something like that] because I wanted to try it. He made fun of me, because I sucked at the game. But it was all fun. Brent came home, so I left. I got home at 12:45. I was barely making any noise, and my mom woke up. That’s when she said the 3 words.
“Mike passed away.” The day after she was at a funeral for a co-worker, he passed away. Exactly one month after I last saw him. When I saw him, he was in the Palliative care unit at the Burnaby hospital. That’s the unit they keep you in when you’re dying. Since then, he’d been out of there, and eventually, put into the Surry Hospital. He refused chemo, and not even a month later, it was too late for even that.
Not only was Mike a co-worker of my moms [at some times], he was a family friend. Erik and Mikes two boys were friends. He made me a highchair of wood for my dolls when I was little.
He had Prostate Cancer, got it operated on, and was fine for a few months. Then around November, he started feeling pain, this time in his ass. I figure he was in denial, because he kept saying it may be a pinched nerve. The type of cancer he had is said to be the most aggressive kind. It can start one place, and then jump to another. Terry Fox had the same kind of cancer.
RIP Mike.
For those of you who don’t know, Igor got hit by a car while riding his bike across 4 lanes of highway. The news paper said he wasn’t wearing a helmet. I gave him mine to help incase something like that happened. He didn’t die right away, but two hours later in the hospital. His funeral was much later, because they had to get a hold of his family in Russia. His parents, nor his sister, were able to get out of Russia.
RIP Igor.