R.I.P. to my father, who died doing something he absolutely loved – scuba diving – due to complications resulting from cancer that we think he didn’t even know he had. His death is felt very deeply in my heart.
My dad, as far as I know, didn’t know he had stomach cancer. From the medical report, it seems he was late stage III or even stage IV. From my research, it seems that this is common – to not know you have stomach cancer until very late indeed.
I find quite a lot of peace, thinking about the fact that he died doing something he loved… on a trip with his partner of 44 years (my mom)… and did NOT suffer and long and painful struggle with stomach cancer treatment and pain.
There are many things I admire about my dad. One of the biggest? His sense of adventure and willingness to learn new things… Last summer, for example, he built an electric-assist bike and then proceeded to ride it all over… even to go play golf with his buddies.
I miss him.