Gone yet not forgotten - although we are apart - your spirit lives within us - forever in our hearts.....
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February 16th, 1949 – February 21st, 2010
My Dad taught me so many life lessons, but I think the most remarkable lesson he taught me, was his undying faith at the end. When he made the decision to quit treatment and start hospice, a certain peace came over him. When he would cry, he assured us that he was crying for us - as he knew he was going to a better place. At the end he had two drains, an iliostomy bag and a catheter – and he never complained about it once. It was what it was. And even though he could no longer do the things he loved and was home bound, he never lost his smile, positive attitude or sense of humor.
My Father passed
away a year to the day he got diagnosed with Kidney Cancer. He was an
amazing man, with amazing talent and a shining, irrepressible spirit
and though he's gone, he’ll always keep shining. His infectious
smile, distinctive laugh and sense of humor could instantly make anyone
feel better. Even during his roughest days of fighting Cancer, he still
had a knack for cracking jokes and lighting up the room with his smile
and while the disease may have taken him, it never beat him.
Passed February 1st, 2010
I'm Andreea, daughter of Ioan, diagnosed with mRCC in January 2007.
Dad has lost his 3 years fight with kidney cancer. I know that he is in a better place now, pain free and that we will meet again.
He was the most loving man, the best Father in the world! I miss him, I will never forget him andI will cherish our memories forever!
I asked God to take some of my time here and give it to my Father, so he could stay with us a little while longer! God gave us 2 years and after that He called for my Dad. I llike to think that God only needs the good people with Him and that from time to time He calls for them. That is why my Dad went to Him. He will be watching over me and my Mom for as long as we have to stay here and he will guide us through life! I still can't believe he's gone. I still wait for him to come home! No one can ever take the pain away!
I promise my Dad that I will live as he taught me, that I will make him proud of me, that I will carry his name and his legacy with great honour and deep respect for the man that he was! I will tell stories about him to his nephews, I will tell them that their Grandfather was an extraordinary man and I will share with them everything he left me! That way he will live with us for as long as we will. He will always be remembered!
I want to say "Thank you Daddy for what I am today, for everything you gave me, for being a wonderful Father to me!"
He will be always in our thoughts!
Loving daughter and wife; Andreea and Violeta"
March 14th, 1970
- January 18th, 2005
My daughter, Lori Shew, was diagnosed with kidney cancer 4 weeks after her 4th child was born. She was a beautiful, happy, healthy, non-smoking, non-drinking female and did not fit the typical profile of a kidney cancer patient. (Male over 60). Lori complained for the last trimester of her pregnancy to her OB/GYN, of blood in her urine. He said he "wasn't concerned, it's just a severe urinary infection". She had fatigue and lower back pain but thought that was due to pregnancy and being an active mother of 3 other children. She lost her appetite and started loosing weight. The doctor told her to call back if the problem persisted, after she delivered her baby. When she called back, he didn't return her call, so she called an urologist herself. He immediately sent her to get a CT scan and discovered a large mass on her left kidney. What should have been the happiest time in Lori’s life turned into a nightmare that devastated Lori and everyone that loved her. This mass was removed and turned out to be more than a ten pound tumor. The surgeons said those familiar words so many have heard, "we got it all". Unfortunately this was not true. When she returned for her 3 month checkup the cancer had metastasized.to both lungs.
Lori was determined to fight RCC with everything she had and chose the most aggressive treatment available. She was willing to go through whatever was necessary because she wanted to see her children grow up, watch them get married and see her grandchildren. The HD IL2 and clinical trials Lori took failed her. Lori remembered someone on the kidney onc site saying: "When you are taking treatments pay attention to your "good days" and try to plan your activities on those days. Lori ALWAYS made the most of her good days. If she woke up at 3 in the morning and it was a "good day", she would bake muffins for her family for breakfast, catch up on laundry or organize dresser drawers. One night (at midnight) we looked all over the house for her and found her watering her flowers on her deck outside! She baked her famous sugar cookies and made Christmas candy for her family & neighbors 3 weeks before she went to Heaven! She was so organized and finished EVERY last job on her "bucket list". She was the MOST AMAZING daughter a mother could ask for!
Lori always chose her words wisely, saying she never knew when they would be her last and she wanted others to remember her last words with love. I used to tell her "When "I" grow up, I want to be just like you". I still try to be "just like her". I am so proud! This is why I honor Lori in every way I can. I am so blessed that God chose ME to be Lori's mother!!
Lori loved her family with all her heart. Four months after Lori went to Heaven, I found a letter in her wallet -- It was a "Letter to God" -- that she had written 12/31/2003. Her letter is shown below.
I am so proud of Lori. She was such a good mother, daughter, wife, sister, friend, Christian, niece and aunt. There will be a void in all of our hearts that can never be filled by another. We MUST find a cure for this disease that makes our loved ones suffer and takes them from us! We MUST continue their battle, in honor and memory of them.
Always and forever, Proud mom of
Lori Ann Shew
I have been so
blessed. I have 10 times more than many people. 4 wonderful, healthy
children, a supportive family and a second chance at love with an awesome,
Christian man. Oh God, I don’t want to seem ungrateful. I don’t
understand why I could receive all these blessings and have them be
taken away so quickly. On numerous occasions, your love has shown through.
When we couldn’t fathom why things were going the way they were,
you took over and turned the whole thing around. I trust in you Father,
that you will not let me down now. Regardless of my outcome, I have
not lost. I get more time with my family, or I get to spend eternity
with you. I am so lucky to have everyone. God, I just pray for peace
for my family. Let them see that you are a loving God. The plan you
have has been set. You knew the plan for my whole life the day I was
conceived. I trust the rest of my life will be as fulfilled and complete
as it has been so far. One day at a time. No one ever knows what tomorrow
will bring. You said you would never give us more than we could handle.
Use me Lord. Use my life as a testimony to others of your unconditional
love. I am your child. I love you. Thank you for your son, thank you
for everything. It is you who deserves all the glory. In Jesus name.
Thomas D. Russo, SR.
September 25th, 1936 - March 4th, 2010
Once I had a sense of the fundamentals, I moved my feet off of my Fathers'. From that point on, he said that I led when we danced. Whether it was because that's the role I had learned by hopping atop Dads' feet or if that had always been my natural inclination ... who knows. But as Dads' way, he simply laughed it off.
Regardless, I loved dancing with my Daddy and searched for opportunities to do so: the occasional restaurant featuring a live band, mu cotillion, at San Fransiscos' Ferry Building, during my cousins' recent wedding.
In between dancing opportunities and especially in the past few years, I stopped leading just long enough to recognise and ponder the amazing attributes that define Daddy.
His Gentle, Loving
His Kind Soul
Generous Desire to Help
His Love of Laughter
and Sharing Glee
His Gentle Practice
His Uncanny Ability
to See The Best in Everything and Everyone
His Proud and Passionate
Dedication to His Family
His Natural Inclination
to Appreciate the Small Stuff in Life
His Strength and
His Grace and Love
His Simple Wisdom
His Sweet Happiness
It's all his uplifting values, I believe, that are Dads' great legacy ... the important lessons he's left behind.
For years, I've been searching for my passion in life ... my purpose, my way, my light, my hope, my love. Mixing metaphors here: Just as Dorothy found in the Wizard of Oz, I've now realised that has been right here with em all along ... from the day I climbed on Dads' feet. And now that he's no longer physically here, my goal is to climb back aboard his tootsies and let him lead once again, embracing and living the inspiration that was his life.
July 28th, 1976 - September 6th, 2009
Sarah Elizabeth Konieczny, 33, of Charlotte, died Sunday, September 6, 2009 at the Levine and Dickson Hospice House. She was born on July 28, 1976 in Huntington, WV. Sarah had a B.A. in Art from East Carolina University, Class of 1998 and graduated from Oakland Mills High School in Columbia, MD in 1994. She was a senior brand designer for Rubbermaid Food Service. Sarah loved design and art, horses, movies, music, reading and spending time with her friends.
Survivors include her mother, Leigh Nelson Shuck and step-father Douglas Shuck of West Friendship, MD; father, James (Jim) Joseph Konieczny and step-mother, Robin Stanley Konieczny of Davidson NC; and maternal grandparents Roland and Hazel Nelson of Greensboro, NC. She is preceded in death by her paternal grandparents, Leo and Irene Konieczny.
August 30th, 1962 - September 6th, 2009
Richard George Harvey, was a very intelligent, driven and inspiring man to everyone he met during his lifetime. As his daughter, I find this memorial difficult to write, but I know he deserves something special.
My Dad was a devoted
employee of Delta Airlines. He took pride in challenging himself in
the workplace and constantly striving to improve his way of life and
provide the most he could for his family. He worked nights and challenged
himself to be the best he could and his hard work was not unnoticed.
He was always a hard working individual, his roots stemming from the
time he served in the U.S. Navy. He was in the Navy for many years,
serving out country as a jet mechanic on the sea-bound naval ships.
My Dads' cancer epidemic started with a sever pain he was having in his backside. He generally had high pain tolerance and a sense of pride, so the only reason he ended up going to the doctor was because my mother dragged him along. I was sixteen at the time and my sister and I were out at the movies. When we came home, our parents were sitting on the couch with solemn looks upon their faces and we knew something was wrong. He was the victim of kidney cancer and it was one of the largest tumors they had ever seen.
They eventually removed his kidney, and started him on multiple treatments. He was diagnosed with RCC and the cancer ended up travelling through his blood system and coming out in multiple places, in which he went through multiple surgeries and treatments for. My Dad was a really strong warrior and on this day and every day in the future, I will always be proud of him for fighting through the battle that he did for as long as he did. When he was admitted to the hospital for the last time, we all stood by his bed and told him he had to make it and that we needed him … but it was just too strong.
The day he passed away was a day that I will never forget.
The many doctors told him he would only live for around a year with the cancer … but he lived for five. He was an amazing fighter and is an amazing man. My mother, Theresa Harvey, my sister, Jessica Harvey and I, Danielle Harvey, will miss him everyday of our lives and I only hope that somehow he knows what we are feeling and how much we really do love and miss him.
At his memorial, I read this poem out loud to everyone that attended. It was a special poem, because it was given to my Dad a few months before he died ... so he got to read it, too.
The sideways glance
upon your face,
September 19th, 1958-March 4th, 2008
You can only have one mother
When other friends forsake you,
As we look upon her picture,
Sweet Jesus, take this message,
- Irish Funeral Prayer
Jessica, Daniel, Matt and Reba
Bruce started with unexplained symptoms at age 40 - nightsweats, high blood pressure, pain, problems urinating, hematuria (blood in the urine) and 4 gallbladder/kidney stone type attacks. His General Practitioner (GP)told him he was 40 now - the body changes - all was normal.
Bruce hid all this from me, including tests, etc - even though I thought something was wrong.(I thougt he had kidney stones). Until November 2003, a call to him at work found him not there - he hadn't been there all day. He had ALOT of questions to answer that night when he got home from "work". Hence the beginning of our journey with RCC - aka kidney cancer. When Bruce told me he was diagnosed with kidney cancer - and what the plan was - he told me not to "sweat the small stuff.
Dec 9, 2003 Bruce had a left radical nephrectomy (kidney removed), an arterial embolization (cut off blood to main artery) of the vena cava; 2 tumors totalling 14 cm in size - clear cell, stage3a, grade1. After the nephrectomy Bruce was NED (no evidence of disease) for 4 1/2 years.
June 2008, scans showed a 1 cm met (metastasis) in the middle of his pancreas - which he had removed with half of his pancreas on July 1, 2008. In December 2008 Bruce had a drain put in for a pseudocyst (fake cyst) below his pancreas operation site. We watched his glucose levels (blood sugar) after the operation - seeming we knew that the pancreas produces the insulin/glucose in your body.
In January 2009, Bruce's glucose level went up high (was 287) - we mentioned it to 2 different doctors and they both said we were not gonna worry about that right now. He also had quick severe weight loss; from 243 lbs down to 180 lbs. By April 2009, his low glucose levels were around 580.
In May 2009, Bruce was put on insulin and got his sugar levels down. A regular scan check (MRI) showed 4 tumors in his liver - the smallest was 4.5 cm - the largest was 10 cm; all too large for cryoablation or any type of surgery. In June 2009, the oncologist put Bruce on Sutent 50 mg, 28 days on, 14 days off - after 2 cycles sutent failed him and the tumors grew.
From August 25th-September 7th Bruce was in the hospital more than he was home; 4 days the first week, 3 1/2 days the second week (in palliative care - which I didnt realize). Then he was home for 3 1/2 days until I had to take him back to the hospital (in ICU - where he spent the last hours of his life) to make him as comfortable as possible.
Bruce was a strong man with the patience of Job. He had an awesome outlook on life and used his positve mindset to his advantage to live life to the fullest everyday! His strength and fight was uncanny - in his battle against RCC (he fought the good fight) I fed off of his strength. His last day of work was August 24, 2009 - in severe pain and suffering. He walked the day before he died - right before he went semi-comatose - and in that state, even then, his last words were "I Love You" - which I shall cherish forever.
On Sept 7th, 2009, (Labor Day), God decided Bruce labored and suffered enough and HE took him home to Heaven.
I miss his physical being, but know that kidney cancer took over his body and made him frail and weak (which was not "my" Bruce). He had enough also. God has a better plan for Bruce now.
Bruce and I knew each other for 34 yrs - although we have only been together the last 10 great years. Bruce is my love, my life, a great warrior and my hero. Everything he did - his work, his favors, his love - he did it out of the goodness of his heart and with compassion; with respect and honor and dignity - of which he never gave himself credit for.
Therefore, I dedicate this Memorial in Honor of Bruce and the other warriors our RCC family has lost to this horrid disease.
I shall keep fighting for Awareness until there is a CURE!
-Karen Louchart - Caregiver - Soulmate - Left Alone
John Fletcher Haworth III
November 15th, 1947-February 6th, 2010
My Dad was diagnosed with stage 4 kidney cancer 2 1/2 years ago after having a pain in his left upper arm (later discovered to be a tumor). At the time was given a prognosis of 6-18 months. His cancer was not discovered until it had already spread to several other areas within his body. He obviously surpassed his prognosis and we were thrilled to have that extra time with him, although it still wasn't enough.
During his fight he had several surgeries and lost a kidney and his left arm. My Dad fought as long as he possible could and we know that it was his time to go and he is in a better place and finally cancer free once again. Luckily he never really suffered much pain throughout his battle and that offers us some comfort.
He leaves behind a wife of 41 years, 2 sons, a daughter, 3 grandchildren, a father, a sister, several cousins, aunts, uncles, nieces and nephews and many friends. He was loved by many and will be missed dearly. We all just have to remember that goodbye's are not forever or the end, they are simply a way of saying "I will miss you" until we meet again!
Michelle McCallop (daughter)
September 22nd, 1945 - April 15th, 2008
David Foster (shown here with his friend Gracie) was a National Strategic Advisor for Morris Communications and had been a leader within the independent magazine community for years. In April 2005, Dave was diagnosed with Advanced Renal Cell Carcinoma, Stage 4, the sixth deadliest cancer, behind lung, liver, and breast. In emails to his ‘wellness group’ of friends and colleagues, Dave began chronicling his battle with the disease. In this blog, Dave Foster continued to “kick cancer’s arse”, sharing his story with a wider audience
A link to Daves' Blog can be found on our Links page.