Today 5 years ago...

Archie received an important call from Dr. Robert Ang --his first pulmonologist--. He performed a bronchoscopy the day before and called to tell us the results, but he wanted to see Archie in person.

We left work around 1:45 pm and met with Dr. Ang. Oh, how nice it would have been if Archie had got one of the other possible diagnoses (fungus infection or TB), but no... he had to have cancer.

We went home and Phiroze came, later we met with Dr. Faul for almost 2 hours, and had dinner in Palo Alto with Rachael and Phiroze. So many things, so many conversations, so many thoughts, and so many feelings were present that day.

Today we could be celebrating the 5 year mark as a cancer survivor, but... I spent my evening looking at nice pictures instead. This morning I went to see Dr. Ang (incredible but today I happen to have an appointment in the same building where Dr. Ang has his office), and he wasn't there but his wife, also Dr. Ang, was. I told her what day today was and I also told her the news. The last time we stopped by to say Hi, Nen was a baby...

She gave me a long, heartfelt hug, one of those that some other doctors I had the disgust to meet in the past months would rate as science fiction. Oh, I could write so many angry thoughts of careless and negligent doctors, that I'm just going to stop here.

Amor, sorry we are not together to celebrate. Sorry for what they did to you, sorry for the humiliations, sorry for not having been able to save you. I know it wasn't my job, but I was the only one really caring... So sorry for what you had to endure in the hospital. I love you and, as usual, I hope your soul is a reality and we can see each other again.