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Cyrille J. Cyr
This was my father. MY mother and he were madly, hoplessly in love for 12 years. He grew up In Maine as a potato farmer and suffered needlessly under his mothers hand, while she favored her second son. He served in the vietnam war, and returned to find his mother's beloved son had been drafted, and took his brother's place. He worked in special ops, secret service, CIA, U.S. Army, and Marines to start. He won four purple hearts for wounds, and almost one Presidential Congressional Medal of honor for freeing himself and his entire group from a pow camp by using a bamboo shoot they were torturing him with under his nail to pick the locks of the cages. His commander was so ill he needed to be carried to saftey. They demoted the honor to silver star because of his training. This man devoted his life to others. He settled down in Korea and married, began a family, and watched them die. His son and daughter were infants. Not much to be said about how or when, as he perferred to move on. His faith in god was unbreakable, and when he came back to America, he met my mother in a church bowling league. They fell madly n love and married. Soon after my brother and I were born, A tumor began to grow. He sought help in a veterans hospital which added him to a waiting list. They saw him and sent him home with anti-biotics. When the tumor had reached the size of a grapefruit, he went to a local emergency room. IT was benign, but after it was removed, he could no longer have children. He had severe dental problems and was also on the waiting list of the veterans hospital or that. It was about november of 2002 when he started screaming in his sleep. His military training had taught him pain tolerence, but in his unconcious moments he couldn't hold back. My mother brought him in for an X ray and we found out that the lowest bone of his ribcage was completely deteriorated by a prostate cancer that enveloped his entire organ system, even his bone and muscle mass. He went to live in the hospital, coming home for christmas. The first couple days he seemed fine. On the third day he collapsed and i callled the ambulance while my mother freaked out. It was his last week home. He lived in the hospital until april. A faulty feeding tube and an amature nurse were finally the cause of his demise, when he aspirated and got pnemonia. Which he was to weak to fight. He was an amazing man. As a child he was my best friend. As an adult he is my hero and always will be. He always smiled when i was there, no matter how much he hurt inside. We found out later that he was exposed to agent orange. But the government denies that, because he was undercover at the time. The reason I am writing this is because whether you realize it or not, you are all amazing people to someone, even when you hate yourself. You should try and stay aware of changes in your body. Medical science is so advanced everyone has a chance. I doubt my father would have survived much longer had it been different. But don't rush and make sure you choose your hospitals carefully. Because everyone has a chance at surviving. In memory of Cryille J Cyr, March 23 1958-April 15 2003
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