Those words stuck with me when I heard the heartbreaking news about the passing of a journalism legend from a disease that afflicts millions and has touched my life.
Steve Buttry, journalist, teacher, human extraordinaire, told me that Dec. 20, when he reached out to me after reading a blog post about my second bout with testicular cancer.
Time is all he had for everyone even though his was marked. Steve succumbed to pancreatic cancer Feb. 19.
That two-word opening in this post is what Steve would have called a “string-bikini lede.” He taught me that when he spoke to our newsroom in 2013, while I was a sports reporter at the North Adams Transcript in Massachusetts.
Steve and my interactions were few, but never fleeting. I recounted our first encounter here.
After I got fired from The Transcript after 18 days, and landed at a Digital First Media sister paper in Torrington, Connecticut, Buttry visited a second time and spoke to our newspaper crew there, as part of his rounds with Thunderdome, what was then DFM’s national think tank.
More recently, Buttry reached out to me after my second diagnosis with testicular cancer to pass along words of encouragement.
Those words remain with me while I undergo chemotherapy at the University of Jefferson Hospital in Philadelphia. Continue reading