I haven't really written anything here yet... But essentially, my love passed away on June 2nd, early in the morning around 4:40 AM. He fought with such courage and dignity. He fell asleep on Monday at 4:00 PM and simply hasn't woken up since. He passed away at home, just as he truly wanted—peaceful, clean, without diapers, and nourished while surrounded by his dearest women... We saw him off, and he wasn't in any pain. He didn't feel that terror of death. He didn't even know he was leaving us...
The last thing we were discussing was starting a new targeted therapy; we had a plan in place.
He truly was brave. He always used to say there’s nothing dignified about dying, yet he truly left this world with dignity—as a man, not as a patient.
We will try to be at least half as brave as he was, and we intend to finish the things we started together. This Tuesday, we are heading to Congress for a special session of the Health Committee to discuss a proposed resolution regarding malignant tumors. The fight continues, for everyone who is coming and for everyone who is no longer with us.
The last thing we were discussing was starting a new targeted therapy; we had a plan in place.
He truly was brave. He always used to say there’s nothing dignified about dying, yet he truly left this world with dignity—as a man, not as a patient.
We will try to be at least half as brave as he was, and we intend to finish the things we started together. This Tuesday, we are heading to Congress for a special session of the Health Committee to discuss a proposed resolution regarding malignant tumors. The fight continues, for everyone who is coming and for everyone who is no longer with us.