Norman developed cancer and was hospitalized for treatment.
One day I went to see him. He was sitting up in the bed. His cheerful wife Ann was holding his hand. They deeply loved each other.
“Hi,” I said to him, “how are you doing?”
“Fine,” he said, “when you have a doctor like Dr. French you don’t have to worry.”
He was wrong. On the way out of the building I met his doctor.
“Morrie,” Frank said sadly, “Norman’s cancer, despite everything modern medicine can do to stop it, is spreading. Norman is dying.”
I choked up and said, “Frank, you did your best, have you told Norm?”
“I’m on my way to do so. It won’t be easy but I’m a doctor. I have to tell my patient the truth.”
I couldn’t stop thinking how Norman would feel when he heard it. I couldn’t keep tears out of my eyes. I never saw Norman again. He died a few days after my visit.
He was in his early fifties, a great loss to his family and friends. We will miss his infectious smile, his optimistic view of life.
Goodbye Norm, Rest in Peace
August 12, 2020