God-damn fucking cancer

I haven't posted about this yet because most everyone on my flist who knows Roadkill has mutual friends who have already posted about it. Also, if I don't post about it, it's not real, right?

For those not in the Twin Cities geek community, Roadkill (real name Bob) is someone I don't know very well. Every year I go to a relaxacon in Wisconsin called OmegaCon. It's a weekend full of relaxing, games, hot tubs, drinking, and food. The consuite at this convention is awesome. There's lots of yummy real food, and this consuite has always been run by Roadkill & his wife, Mrs. Roadkill (real name Susan.)
OmegaCon was the first place I met these two, and is also where I've had the majority of my interactions with them. I also see them a little bit at CONvergence.

About 2.5 weeks ago the local sci-fi community got the news that Roadkill has a brain tumor. Fucking cancer! Why can't it just hit the pedophiles and other wastes of space and start leaving the good ones alone?

( The news posted on Oct 3 from an email from Susan )

( The news posted on Oct 14 from an email from Susan )

( And from today, again from an email from Susan: )

So they did surgery and now it's just "wait & see." Roadkill will be doing rehab. And then as soon as he can travel the Roadkills will be heading to Walt Disney World. I'm glad I'm working full time right now so that hellbob & I actually have some money to donate to the WDW travel fund.

*sigh*

I'm sick of fucking cancer hitting people I know.