myhusbandstumor:
It’s over.
It wasn’t a war or a fight. Those things have rules. This was more like Aaron getting in the ring with the Mohammed Ali of cancers, and smiling for round after round after he got his teeth knocked out and his face rearranged.
Ding.
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One more heartbreak, today.
Nora’s been documenting Aaron’s tumor for two and a half years now. Beautifully, openly, sometimes lightly, always poignantly. As she puts it, “It’s not a cancer story, it’s a love story. With some cancer.” You can start that story from the beginning over here.
Aaron passed away yesterday. Our condolences to all those he leaves behind. We’re in awe of your strength, and we’re grateful for this record of your love.