I am 28 and live in South Florida. Born & Raised. I am second oldest of 6.
About my Loss:
Long story short:
My little brother (Sgt Kenneth Reich USMC) was diagnosed in May 2011 with MDS, which is a form of leukemia. The diagnoses came barely over a month after his daughter was born. He put up a hell of a fight and did alot of 1st through his various treatments at Sylvester Comprehensive Cancer Center. Alot of the staff including lab tech's, doctor's, NP and even the cleaning staff grew fond of him through his long stays at the hospital. He didn't take crap from anyone (I guess you could say that was his inner Marine) and even a few times we had to calm him down and tell him whatever it was, was just going to beneficial in the longrun).
On October 30, 2012 he was joking around with the nurses (as he usually did). He was having trouble breathing because of an onset fungal infection. He'd given permission to be put on Oxygen to give his lungs a little rest. At 7:31pm he passed. My mother had to make the difficult phone call to his wife in Japan (who had been waiting for months to get the "Okay" from the Marine Corps to come over here and be with her husband).
Everyday is a struggle and since each person in my family is dealing with this in their own ways we are all trying to be there for each other. He was always the big bear of our family. Looking out for us, giving us a boot in the ass when we needed it and giving us hugs when we were down and out. Needless to say we are all torn up about this. Everyday is a struggle.
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I was his caregiver for 8 months before his last hospitalization.
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