I wish colon cancer didn’t exist….

They moved in to the neighborhood just a few months after we did….and yet I don’t really know them.  I could probably walk from my door to theirs in less than 100 paces, but we never do more than smile and wave.

I figure that’s because they are considerably older – a couple clearly retired and enjoying their home and each other’s company.  They have worked hard to be able to spend this time together.  And we are usually in our cul-de-sac with half a dozen kids – while their children are grown with kids of their own.

Lately I’ve had to navigate my way around three or four cars parked in front of their home.

I thought, “must be doing a lot of entertaining…so nice to have family close by.”

But I was wrong.  And I’m sick to my stomach about it

Mr. Neighbor has colon cancer.  They aren’t enjoying their golden years together – she is holding his hand as he gets weaker and weaker.  They’ve only known for eight months.  There is nothing the doctors can do.

I understand he is down to just weeks.

Those cars?  Hospice care around the clock.

The SIX cars this weekend?  It pains me to even imagine.  I am hopeful family is gathering to say everything they ever wanted to say.

I wish I knew them better.  I wish it made sense for me to say, “I’m sorry.”

I’m sorry you are losing the one you love.

I’m sorry that the plans you made together won’t fall into place.

I’m sorry that you will have to sell the beautiful home you built together.

Thank you for the reminder to enjoy every day since we don’t know what tomorrow will bring.

Thank you for the additional reminder to get a colonoscopy.  From what I have read, unless your doctor suggests it earlier, you should start at age 50 – getting one at least every five years.