1997 proved to be the hardest year of my life. In late January, while I was at college, I got news from home that my Dad (50 years old) had contracted cancer. At first we had great hope that the standard treatments would do the trick, but we soon found out the my Dad's cancer was an aggressive, fast growing Lymphoma. When spring semester was over and I came home to see how he was doing it became apparent that his health had gone down rapidly. I made the choice to stay home with my Dad all summer long. I even withdrew from college in order to be with him in the fall.
In a last ditch effort we had him admitted to Loyola Hospital for a Bone Marrow Transplant. For a short time we thought it had worked and his health even improved somewhat but shortly thereafter the cancer grew back. Being too sick to use anymore treatments my Dad was given six months to live. This turned out to be six days. On September 5th, 1997 my Dad passed away as I held his hand.
I miss my Dad very much; he was my hero who never gave up in times of adversity. He encouraged me and touched my heart. When I had problems I knew I could go to him, and when I told him that I want to be a Priest he supported my decision and prayed for me. When I was a kid I used to always say "Hey Dad!" to get his attention. I would like to say it one more time. Hey Dad!
You can send email to Mark at: OlafVIII@aol.com
anniversary date 09-05-97
date of post 4-19-98