David Crowe, a man whose writing and thinking I’ve only come to know since the outbreak of the fake pandemic, learned recently that he has cancer, the scary kind involving an internal organ. He did a podcast about it here (dated 6/16/2020).
We are all usually at loss for words when we encounter another person facing such terrible news. We say things like “my thoughts and prayers are with you,” or “if there is anything I can do,” and slink away. At age 70, I feel as though I have made it through enough of life that if I get this kind of news, I’ll be able to say “It’s been a good life, and it’s a whacky planet anyway, so maybe this is a good time to leave.”
I only say I would think that, but I don’t know. David says he had the normal response, making sure is Last Will And Testament and other affairs are in order. He has reunited with what appears to be a fractured family. Towards the end of the podcast, he is more optimistic about his fate.
There is nothing I can say or do, of course, other than to say thank you. David has put up some really good writing, and introduced us to many smart and interesting people. He’s very thorough and modest. I don’t know him, never will, but nonetheless have come to like him.
God be with you, David. You are facing what we all must face someday. I have no remedy.