Even when you’re somewhat prepared for the news, it can be jarring. The Dual Gs rose earlier than usual this morning, turned on the TV and the somber broadcasters dressed in black and shot of Hyannis Port compound said it all, Senator Kennedy had died.
Brain cancer is a relatively rare form of cancer in the United States; the annual incidence is 15-20 cases per 100,000. Because of that most of us don’t personally know anyone with the disease. So when someone famous gets diagnosed – and flies in your team of doctors for a consult early on – it’s hard not to feel a kinship, that you’re some how on this journey together, that you know what the person and his family is going through. That others “get” this was apparent by the number of emails already received this morning, expressing: “hope Chris isn’t taking Kennedy’s death too hard.”
The female DJ isn’t sure how the Senator’s death will affect the male DJ. She heard only a sigh from him as they watched the TV in silence, viewing highlights of Kennedy’s life (their lifetime) flash across the screen (although he later comment on his blog). For herself, she’s going with mass sentiment: “In lieu of flowers, pass health care reform.”