Fuck Cancer

When he got sick he was completely determined to treat it, fight it, and live with it.  He wanted to get the treatment he needed but continue to live his life, as regularly as possible.  He would say to the doctor during conversations about chemo "can I continue to work, like Tony Snow?" Even at 75, with late-stage cancer, he still wanted to be able to work-what a man.  At the time, Tony Snow was battling his second round with cancer, and needing chemo, all the while continuing in his high pressure job.  He was a source of inspiration for my dad, even though he (and I) couldn't disagree with him more politically and professionally.  But cancer eliminates those barriers that separate us.  At the time, I just wanted my dad to be able to work, and live, as Tony Snow had been doing.  Now I would just settle for live.  Yesterday, Tony Snow died, leaving behind three young kids, and a wife.  My heart hurts for his family.    I know my dad doesn't take kindly to this news, I can see him shaking his head, his mouth pulling to the side, making an audible sound-as if to say, "shucks."