My husband was diagnosed a few weeks after his 48th birthday. He died three and a half months later.
His brother, Bill, died of alpha-1 antitrypsin deficiency when he was just 36.
His sister Connie died in her young fifties. She lived with her cancer for 15 years. Lived on chemotherapy for 15 years. She didn't let it define her; she held the bastard back and lived until......
Death isn't fair. Five siblings. One gone in his 30s, another in his 40s, the third in her 50s.
If there is any lesson here at all, it is to live. Just live. Be good. Be loved. Love. And live.
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