Back in the late 1990's, I want to say '97 or '98, my father and my (maternal) uncle were both diagnosed with Small Cell Carcinoma of the lungs. Lung cancer to you and me. At the time my parents, my brother and his family and I all lived in a big house together. Two of my nephews were born but were still pretty young, 3 & 5. Well they couldnt say cancer but they said that grampa had "the concert". A little over 2 years later and just over 24 hours apart from each other, they passed away. They lost their battle with the concert.
For the past 2 1/2 weeks I have had a little voice in the back of my mind. "Do I have it? Do I have the concert too?" I didnt think I did. I didnt feel sick. But as i sat in that doctors office waiting for my initial visit I had to ask myself, how many people sat here asking themselves the same question to only to really be sick. Perhaps this was the last doctors office they wold ever have to visit again. I am sure many thought the same thing. "This has got to be a mistake."
Well for my friends and family that I have not spoken to yet, for me, it WAS a mistake. The doctors dont think its anything to serious. they will continue to watch my blood and white blood cell counts but he has cleared me, at least for his part, for the procedure. One less hurdle and big sigh of relief. As much as I love music, this was once concert I am glad I missed.
RIP George Walters and Frank Granger