You know, you hear a lot about people saying they’d do anything for their kids, that they would climb any mountain or slay any dragon for their children. But then, i look around, and see people going out of the way not to take care of their kids. If anything, parents seem to be actively working on messing their kids up.
Couple that with the fact that i don’t have any children and you can understand why i can be so cynical.
But then things happen and i get reminded about all the good in the world.
Take my buddy Bryan, one of my bruthas froma nutha Jewish mutha. Few months ago we were dropped with the bombshell that his youngest boy, Joe, had cancer.
How can i put this in the most respectable manner? I can’t, so i’ll just say it; It fucked me all up.
And a lot of us. Everything is all good, me and Bry at the Norm Macdonald show with him telling me about Joe going in to the doctor that week. And then me over here, Dr. Hernandez, all like “Ah, they’re just being paranoid ‘cause Joe was born a premi. It’s nothin’.”
In fact it was something. A very big something.
Gears quickly changed and life became very real. Too real. No exaggeration here. We were in a life or death situation. Joe had something in him that was possibly fatal.
What would you do?
I can’t even begin to imagine what i would do, but i do know what Bryan and his wife Sarette did. They went to the ends of the world for their boy.
The family is from right here, Phoenix Arizona, home to some of the best child cancer care in the world. And what did they do? They flew out to New York to have the tumor removed by a specialist there.
How many people would do that? Not too many, i’m sure. Most would have had the surgery here. There are many capable surgeons here that could have done an absolute wonderful job. But for Bryan, that wasn’t enough. He wanted only the best. If it gave Joe just that much more of a chance, then it was worth it.
Seeing that has been a sledgehammer to the face of a reminder of love that parents have for their children.
Put in check.
Joe had his surgery yesterday and is recovering in the PICU doing better than the doctors thought because that’s how Joe rolls. He’s been a tough little dude throughout this whole thing.
I’ll leave you with this last thing. You see that picture up there? That’s a picture i took of us at Old Yankee Stadium. We were younger then and none of us could have never imagined in a million years that we’d grow up and deal with this stuff.
The big takeaway from this photo is, the grates on the wall.
You see, Bryan didn’t want to walk out to the smoking section to have a cigarette so Bryan just lit up his cigarette right there and then, during a ballgame and tossed the ashes out the back.
Meanwhile, i’m clutching my pearls, looking for the nearest fainting couch.
Bryan tells me to relax, that i’m overreacting. But then again, that’s always been Bryan, willing to push the envelope.
Whether it’s having a smoke inside a ballpark or flying his family across the country for the best cancer treatment, he’s always pushed boundaries, asked more questions, and tried things that others don’t.
So why i may be stunned that someone would spare no resource for his son at this trying time, i guess i shouldn’t have been surprised that Bryan did. It’s just in his nature. And i am darn proud to know that there are parents out there like that and that i can call one a friend.