Patrick Swayze

Yesterday, when I read the news on the Internet that Patrick Swayze has pancreatic cancer my day became less bright. I have always enjoyed him as an actor, and yes, I am one of the Dirty Dancing fans...having watched it maybe two or three (dozen) times. And Ghost. OK, and Roadhouse too.

Between December and January a good friend of mine lost TWO sisters to pancreatic cancer. TWO. How she remains standing is an understatement of her strength. The speed that took their lives was overly swift.

In reading more, I became aware the Michael Landon died of pancreatic cancer also. I knew cancer had gotten him, just wasn't aware of what. He was my first celebrity crush, playing Little Joe. Oh, how I looked forward to Sunday night and Bonanza when I was a kid. His smile and sense of humor got me every time. He was so cute, and then handsome as he matured.

Oddly enough, three movies arrived from Netflix yesterday and I popped one in to watch as I knit last night. An English cast, with the exception of Swayze playing a sleaze-dog golf pro. The film is Keeping Mum--and there is Swayze in all his cuteness, with that smile and humor. It is a good film and seeing Swayze unexpectedly brought a lump to my throat.

I am sending thoughts and wishes into the universe for his healing.