If you’ve been reading my blog for a few years, you might remember Adam Frey of Pittsburgh.
He was a Cornell wrestler in his 20s when medical treatment he received after a car accident revealed a 12-lb cancerous tumor in his body. I wrote about his fight against cancer and I was joyous when it seemed he beat it.
Unfortunately, Adam lost — well, I hate to use the word “lost” because he fought so long and so hard and did so much good by starting the Adam Frey Foundation that it certainly doesn’t seem like he lost, so let’s just say Adam died the day after Christmas at Shady Side Hospital.
The interesting thing about Adam was how raw the emotions were that he exposed on his blog. It was hard to read him talk about how much he just wanted to get married and have children. It was hard to read him tell us the cancer came back. It was hard to read about the hell he put his body through in the hopes of killing the cancer before it got to him. But he put it all out there for us to read and he continually kept his eyes gazing upward.
And like Randy Pausch, once the cancer really truly set sights on taking him, it went so fast. One week Adam was writing about getting back on the wrestling mat and then two weeks later, he is gone.
But he won’t soon be forgotten.
Well fought, Adam.
(h/t Jill and Beth)