TO THE EDITOR:
Andrew Crabtree was everywhere.
You might have seen him as a cast member in LAB! productions, a member of St. Anthony Hall, or part of UNC’s improv team, CHIPS.
Even if you didn’t know his name, perhaps you knew him as the man who began college with no hair and ended his first semester with a handsome beard and coiffure. The next year, you might have spotted a man with completely white hair. After a certain amount of treatment, it started growing in that way.
But few people at UNC knew him as the man with cancer, and that’s how Andrew wanted it.
I hope his cancer will be the smallest part of his legacy, but I know that how Andrew chose to live with it will be something I remember forever.
In April of 2011, he sent me a Facebook message asking if I’d like to be his roommate. We weren’t as close as we’d been in middle school, though I knew he’d recently been diagnosed with cancer.
He would undergo chemotherapy and surgery during the summer, he said, but he’d be back to normal in no time. I only learned the day before he passed that he’d always known his cancer would likely be terminal.
I had always assumed he would get better. Even when he took the spring semester of our first year off, Andrew framed his month-long trips to Germany as preventative. We spent more time talking on Facebook about Germany’s politics and its strange penchant for competitive dog obstacle courses than his two major lung surgeries.