20 years ago today my brother (Robert) Robes --
a devoted young father, loving husband, gifted sports writer, dedicated
LDS bishop and genuine great guy filled with joie de vivre -- was
diagnosed with an anaplastic astrocytoma brain tumor. When I called him
to find out the results from the MRI he had the day before and found
out the news I was stunned. The doctor told him the tumor was the size
of a golf ball, deeply rooted in the right side of his brain, and he
should be very alarmed. He had gone to his appointment alone so he had
to drive home and tell my sister-in-law Kim the news. I had secretly
hoped his health issues were a problem with his pituitary gland (isn't
it one the smallest glands?). Robes had the worst side effects from
steroids and then brain surgery (and received the official diagnosis of
brain cancer), followed by radiation, chemo, and many more horrible
things and 18 months and 3 days after March 25th he passed away. I miss
my brother every day. His death was a huge loss to his young family. I
want a cure for cancer. WE NEED A CURE FOR CANCER. #ihatebraintumors#canceryouarecruel#pattonmemories
Note: this was his byline photo for the Ft. Lauderdale Sun Sentinel (he
covered the Miami Heat, golf, NCAA playoffs, bowl games and more).
I was born and raised in Van Nuys, California. I moved to Boston sight-unseen and have loved living in New England since that day when I said, "this apartment is OLD". My hobbies are antiquing, reading books and magazines (bring back Blueprint and Domino please), sewing, quilting, sightseeing, watching movies, and photography. I love the color red and have a retro red refrigerator (and kitchen aid mixer and ice cream maker and toaster and...) to prove it! I live in a converted high school and love decorating my loft condo (w/ 18 foot ceilings) that was formerly the auditorium. I have 3 brothers, 11 nieces and nephews, and a bus fleet of friends.
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