Thirteen years. It feels like it was just yesterday. Some memories blur and fade, others slap me in the face with a startling intensity. It was thirteen years ago today that I lost my brother. To a disease with no known cause. A disease that our inept family doctor wrote off as a common cold. Then mononucleosis. After months of fatigue my brother was finally referred to an oncologist. But it was too late. To be fair, adult acute lymphocytic leukemia develops quickly and often is difficult to diagnose. The early signs may be similar to the flu or other common diseases. But still. If it had been caught it earlier…if he’d been treated in time…if he’d received the best care possible…if, if, if. Then I would still have my brother. My friend. An uncle for my son. I’ve put this together. Mostly for myself, but also for those who may remember him. Or those who want to know more about him.