Scott Webb
Scott not only loved golf, he lived life. His life's philosophy, "It is what it is," was truly his outlook on life. The only thing that got Scott upset was the empty ice cream carton in the freezer. Scott was born on May 25, 1959, and grew up in Conover (after a few moves in between) where he continued his parent's legacy at Newton/Conover High School. He graduated from The University of North Carolina at Charlotte with a business degree.
Scott and I were married in March, 2002. Samuel Kimball (Sam) joined our family not to long after, no help from Scott and his queen sized blow up mattress in the delivery room. Although Scott was not a great diaper changer, he had the patience of Job and could calm a crying baby by just holding him. Anthony James (AJ) arrived twenty months later and Scott thought life was chaotic, until Maxwell Scott (Max) arrived twenty months after AJ. Scott soon discovered that his talents did not lie in golf or basketball but discovered new talents dancing to the Wiggles, jumping on the trampoline, reading Dr. Seuss, bath aerobics, and being the best Dad he could be. He also found that while on the golf course conversations were no longer about politics, Tiger Woods, or Commscope Cable but about potty training, "time outs," and Mickey Mouse Club House. Scott said his life began when his sons were born.
April of 2007 Scott was diagnosed with Testicular Cancer. The biopsy showed that his tumor was a Seminoma, the “good cancer,“ because it is easily treatable. But by the fourth day of post operation radiation treatments Scott began to experience extreme pain in his upper back. In June of 2007, an MRI revealed that the persistent back pain was from a tumor which was wrapped around three of his upper vertebrae. We immediately transferred to Duke University Hospital where we spent 4 weeks while the tumor was heavily radiated. Scott wanted to be with his sons, so, we returned home to begin the chemotherapy protocol treatment prescribed by his medical team at Duke.
There were three drugs in the chemotherapy mix given to Scott. The one that was the most dangerous was the Bliomiasin. This drug could attack the lungs, but with Scott's age, great health and strong determination and fight the doctors worried more about his mobility, which he was regaining day by day, than his lungs being damaged. Unfortunately, the Bliomiasin decided to attack Scott's lungs like a sandstorm in the Sahara Desert. Due to the massive amount of radiation needed to treat the tumor around his spine, the radiation not only hit the tumor but affected his lungs as well. This opened up the door for the Bliomiasin to invade his lungs. After six weeks in the Intensive Care Unit, Scott passed away on Thanksgiving morning.
Scott leaves behind the most precious gift to the world, Sam, AJ, and Max. My heart breaks at the thought of the boys not having Scott here to teach them his "It is what it is" life lessons, his patience, and most of all love. With the help from his family and wonderful friends Scott’s memories will be kept alive for his sons!
