Raymond Fasani is my 46-year-old brother-in-law. The morning of Sunday, April 30, 2017, my sister, Melody, called me to tell me that they were on their way home. They had been looking forward to going to Bonita Springs, FL, where he was performing, as a drummer, with his band, Witch’s Mark at the Summerland Festival.
Melody told me that Ray wasn’t able to perform, his head was hurting him, he was nauseous, having difficulty walking, his coordination was off and as soon as they got back home she was taking him to the hospital.
The Wednesday before, Ray, my sister and I had gone to the park for the Food Truck invasion. Looking back, Ray had appeared to be a bit unsteady, he walked and talked like he was sleep walking. I was concerned when he began to drive and in less than half a block he had almost gotten into 3 accidents. He put the vehicle in park and asked Melody to drive.
While we were worried and suggested to Ray he should go to the ER, like most of us, he discounted the symptoms and insisted that it was nothing food and rest wouldn’t cure. Little did we know that in a few days reality would slap us in the face that nothing was going to cure what was manifesting his body.
So, a few hours later they arrived home from the festival. Melody called an ambulance, Ray was taken to the emergency room, where he was diagnosed with metastatic brain tumors. He was admitted to the hospital for a few days and by the time he was released he had a diagnosis of stage IV lung cancer which has spread to his brain, lymph nodes, adrenal glands and bones (invasive adenocarcinoma with fairly extensive tumoral necrosis).