About 3 weeks ago, I was in Florida visiting my folks. My father just lost a second brother to colorectal cancer and is in mourning. I kept thinking that I needed to say something to him now that I was there in person. However, during our previous phone conversations, he had already told me that he didn't want me to mention it, that it made him sad.
My first uncle, Mario, lived here in the US. Although he lived in a country with an imperfect healthcare system, in his case, he had the financial means and access to use all of the available care and treatment options. Although Uncle Mario died, there was some comfort in knowing that the tough man fought with dignity and medicine at his side. I wish all Americans could have this comfort.