Jonathan Tjarks is dying. And I don’t mean that in a college freshman philosophy student existential dread sort of death. I do not mean it in the way that we all are marching onward toward inevitable death. I mean the man has been diagnosed with cancer and the prognosis is quite bleak. His life is full of appointments for chemotherapy and scans that end up finding more and more tumors for the medication to exorcise from his body. It can be a boring existence. He sits. He waits. He gets one injection followed by another. In all of his waiting, he thinks about his son.
Jonathan Tjarks is Dying
Jonathan Tjarks is Dying
Jonathan Tjarks is Dying
Jonathan Tjarks is dying. And I don’t mean that in a college freshman philosophy student existential dread sort of death. I do not mean it in the way that we all are marching onward toward inevitable death. I mean the man has been diagnosed with cancer and the prognosis is quite bleak. His life is full of appointments for chemotherapy and scans that end up finding more and more tumors for the medication to exorcise from his body. It can be a boring existence. He sits. He waits. He gets one injection followed by another. In all of his waiting, he thinks about his son.