Death Is All Around, Showing Football To Be What It Is - Just A Game
This weekend, another young, fit footballer died on the football field. However, you might not have heard about it, as he was not a "famous" player. Hungarian international Miklos Fehér played for Benfica, and during the game against Vit. Guimarães collapsed and died from a heart attack. He was 24. It sounds a similar incident to Marc Vivian Foe, who died in similar circumstances. Like Foe, he was on his own on the pitch at the time, and just went. The similarities end there though. As it was a league game in Portugal, and not an international, it would seem that this news is unimportant. It's not. You won't find this on Sky, or the BBC, which says it all. My thoughts are with his family.
- o O o - I suppose I picked up on this as more important than anything else, as last week, my Hopefully One Day In The Future Sister In Law was diagnosed with untreatable liver cancer. Two years ago she successfully fought breast cancer, and was looking forward to a new life with renewed optimism. However, this has now been cruelly robbed from her. Apparently the cancer cells from the breast cancer went to her liver, and lay dormant until Christmas, when they started to awaken. As it's secondary cancer, there is nothing the doctors can do to cure it, so it's a case of painful chemotherapy, and hoping that it will ease her suffering. The docs have given her two years, which will not even make it to her 50th. I heard on Wednesday last week this news, just before the Bolton game. Obviously, I didn't watch it, and don't particularly care at the moment that we got thumped 5-2. I'm just trying to work out how to comfort my girlfriend and her family in the coming months, and what to say to them. Do you acknowledge what's happening and talk about it? Do you not refer to it and turn it into a taboo subject? How do you cope with comforting people? How do you try to remain positive, whilst knowing that in two years she won't be here? I know that everyone has their time, but to be told, and have to live for the next 24 months knowing that you are slowly going to get iller and iller and iller, and there's nothing you can do about it, must be the worst thing you can possibly have to go through. I don't wish death on anyone, but I'd rather not know, like Fehér than have to face it every day, wondering if this is going to be it. I don't know what to do at the moment. I've never been in a situation like this before. I hope I'm doing the right things.
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