By Mecklin Ragan
I tried to write about my brother James Ragan's path through the world of cancer and the things we learned from it, but thinking of certain details is too painful.
Maybe it's just too soon, but the one thing not too soon to think about is the impact the way James lived his life had on the lives of the rest of us.
James' osteosarcoma story
James was 13 when he was diagnosed with osteosarcoma, and overnight he lost nearly everything he had built. He left 7th grade as one of the best athletes in his class and started 8th grade 10 weeks later in a wheelchair. I remember times when James was miserable. He was sick. He was sad. He had no idea what the future held. He was lost.
But every time, he got up, he smiled, said something funny or nice and began to do something positive. Some days he did school work, and when he graduated, he was the salutatorian. Some days he worked to become a better golfer so that when he got to college, he could play Division I golf for the Rice Owls. But most days he worked at cancer.