Sunday, February 24, 2008
Mortality for everyone
A couple years ago I wrote here and here about a local 25 year-old girl who had died. It weighed heavily on me at the time because it was so unfair. She had a short, unhappy life. As a follow-up to those posts it turned out that she didn't die of an aneurysm. Unbeknownst to her she had a tumor on her stomach. A twenty pound tumor. On the night she died the weight of the tumor suffocated her in her sleep. Tragic.

She had an older brother. He was also like her, an outcast of sorts and mostly a shut-in. When she died everyone knew he would take it hard, because they were companions to each other. They both lived with their grandma. While she was a big girl, he was morbidly obese. Recently the news went through town that they had taken him to the hospital. The reason it was big news was because he was so big that they needed help from the fire department to get him into the ambulance. The next bit of gossip we heard was that they weighed him in the hospital and he was 684 lbs. The next bit of news we heard was that he was dead. He died two years to the day after his sister died. I'm pretty sure he died of staph infection. He was 30.

God, I hate February.
Written at 10:12 AM by Highlandgal.
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