It has been rumored all day, no confirmation has been sent in anywhere until now. Patrick Swayzes publicist confirmed today that he does indeed have pancreatic cancer. Although unlike most reports that he might die in the next few weeks, he actually is undergoing treatment, and is doing well. Swayzes physician says "Patrick has a very limited amount of disease and he appears to be responding well to treatment thus far. All of the reports stating the timeframe of his prognosis and his physical side effects are absolutely untrue. We are considerably more optimistic." While undergoing treatment, he will still be working on the films he currently has in production, and will continue his treatment to battle this disease.
This is pretty much the shittiest of the shitty news ever. Most people took Heath Ledgers passing pretty hard and were very shocked by it. As for me this hits harder than Heaths passing does. I have been a Swayze fan ever since I was a little kid and saw Roadhouse at the tender age of 8. I find it kind of strange that just the other day, Jeff Healey the blind guitar player from Road House passed. From the moment I saw Road House I was a big Swayze fan. I went and watched Red Dawn over and over, The Outsiders. I even went back on my word to never watch Dirty Dancing since it was all my Mom watched back then and it drove me crazy. Next Of Kin, Father Hood, Ghost, Tall Tale, City of Joy, Three Wishes, Black Dog, to me, he could never do any wrong, he's the only good thing about Donnie Darko(that's right, not a fan of Darko, most overrated movie ever). I was, and still am, very vocal about how pissed I am that the writers of Fast And The Furious completely ripped off the story of Point Break and never fessed up to it. I remember living in California back in 2000 for a few months with my then girlfriend, and Swayze lived just down the block from her parents house, he had peacocks running around his yard all the time. I always said one day I would get past that gate and meet the man himself, but I never did, I was afraid he'd rip my throat out. But I wish I took the chance.
Here's hoping for a miracle to come along, and keep him around a little longer. And hope that he lives to see that 50 year storm.