Tomorrow I'm off to Newark, NJ where I will have the privilege of sharing my story once again. I will be speaking in front of several hundred marketing and support employees for a large pharmaceutical company. It is an honor to share my time with them and to provide a brief glimpse of prostate cancer from the patient's view. I will basically be repeating my presentation from March, and sharing my six year journey with prostate cancer. http://prostatecancerat42.blogspot.com/2011/03/big-speach.html
It's not one-hundred percent serious. I try to work in a little humor, as to not completely depress the crowd after 30 minutes. As I was preparing my notes I came across the slide where I explain that although I am honored to be there, I am not standing up there alone, but rather representing all the other men fighting the disease. I list the names of many of the guys I stay in touch with on line and then I show a list of five men whom we've lost over the years.
What stopped me was the fact that I need to add two names to the list. One was the father of a man who resides here in Kansas City. The other man's daughter had reached out to me years ago when he was first diagnosed. I was quite saddened last week when I received emails from both letting me know their fathers had passed.
This is the truly sad part of this disease, when good men die. And now I find myself speechless. I pray this doesn't happen on Tuesday morning. I will try my best to maintain my composure as I share my story, but there are times like this when I am reminded how much I hate this diesease!