Update: And she's gone... I wrote this piece a few hours after I learned my friend Rannie had received a terminal diagnosis after a long bout with cancer. She passed away six days later, but not before she could marry her longtime boyfriend, David.
I can only imagine the pain he feels after losing his bride of just four days. While there's nothing I can do to lessen her husband's loss, I am once again reminded to be thankful for what I have in life.
Because of her condition, this article was as close as I was able to come to saying goodbye. It's hardly fitting of such a great person, but I'm hopeful her husband was able to pass along my message in the final paragraph.
If you've been moved at all by this piece or you simply want to brighten someone's day, please make a donation to the wonderful Child's Play charity in memory of Rannie Reid or whomever else you'd like to honor.
Thank you for reading.
If you’ve been following my Tweets as I play through Uncharted 2, you already know that I don’t particularly like the game. Not only do I not like it, but I can’t fathom how it currently has a 97 score at Metacritic.
Not one of the 75 people who have reviewed the game has given it less than a 9.0. Nobody in the entire industry seems to think that the game is anything less than stellar. It makes me furious that not one person has registered a dissenting opinion on the game -- I’m legitimately upset by this.
I’m an idiot -- a complete moron.
I have a friend who has been battling cancer for well over a year. While I’m experiencing "real" emotion over the gaming media and the way it handles reviews, this friend of mine has to cope with one of the scariest things in the world.
I spent this morning pissed-off that I had to press a button to pick up ammo in Uncharted 2.
This amazing woman beat cancer -- and when I say she “beat” it, I mean that she fought. She went through radiation, chemo, and reconstructive surgery. Once the cancer was gone, her weakened immune system left her susceptible to illness, which made her recovery even more difficult.
I complained most of this weekend that Uncharted 2 is nothing more than Tomb Raider with a male protagonist.
My friend and I were supposed to go to the zoo 2 months ago. She was too weak to walk for very long, but we made arrangements to get a wheelchair for her. The day that we were supposed to go, she canceled because she wasn’t feeling well.
I’m furious with the gaming media because I don’t believe anyone out there is brave enough to say that they didn’t love the game.
My friend found out that her cancer came back a month ago. She was tired, and she was annoyed that it was back for more, but she was ready to fight again. We had to delay our “victory pizza” dinner until she beat this awful disease and I found a job.
I spent a perfectly good Friday night on Twitter to share my “important” thoughts on this season’s “biggest” game.
This morning I received an e-mail telling me my friend’s cancer had just been diagnosed as terminal. I’m bellyaching about a video game, and she now spends most of her time sleeping because she’s too weak to do anything else -- she can’t even eat anymore. Her boyfriend and her family are taking care of her, but she’ll soon have to move to a hospice center. Let’s just say that you typically don’t make plans to come home from a hospice center....
This morning I spent 30 minutes arguing with a former GameSpot coworker that Uncharted 2 doesn't really have a very good story.
I’ve written this article to remind myself just what is -- and isn’t -- important in this world. It turns out that video games aren’t all that important. Arguing whether or not a game or a console is good or not... everyone’s life should be so amazing that they have time to worry about such petty and trivial matters.
To my friend: I’m sorry that I wasted some of the most precious commodity in the world -- time -- upset because I didn’t like a video game as much as somebody else. I’d do anything to get those moments back and give them to you so that you could spend just a few more minutes with your family and the ones you love. You’re truly an inspiration, and I will always admire your fight.
You never stopped believing in me, and I’ll never stop believing in you.






