Shared by his wife, Kate
I lost my husband, my best friend and soul mate on the 23rd of April 2025 to glioblastoma, GBM 4. He was 63.
Chris Richard Myers — husband, father, and GrandDude — was the most incredible gentle, brave, kind, loving and compassionate man of integrity, a man of faith. He mattered. He is not just some statistic; he was a real person with a loving family — a really good man.
He was diagnosed in December 2022 after a brain biopsy which caused a bad stroke. Initially, he could not move his right side — leg, arm, hand — or speak. It took a week before he was able to move around with some assistance and started some physio.
After three weeks in the Brisbane Royal Hospital with multiple issues, he was moved to STARS for rehabilitation. He was there for three weeks and started radiation and chemotherapy. He never fully recovered from the stroke, with very little hand movement on the right side, walking difficulties, and speech and cognitive impediments.
We were told of the biopsy diagnosis on 31st December 2022. They told us it was terminal, inoperable; they had no idea how long he had due to the limited samples, but that it was a GBM 4. They said with some treatment, all they were doing was “kicking the can down the road.” They had no idea how far.
He fought the courageous battle for 29 months. He was on the full dose of TMZ for 20 months straight. He was extremely brave, accepting his fate early on, never complaining “why me.” His thoughts and concerns were for his family and me. But he fought like hell to stay with us as long as he could.
He was a Senior Computer Analyst with Energy QLD. Dux in high school, Bachelor of Information Technology degree with distinction, Dean’s Commendation Medal, and University Medal for Outstanding Achievement.
His hobbies were electronics, travel, photography, bush walking, hiking, caving. His favourite memory? Seeing Kate, his wife, on their wedding day. November 2025 would have been our 40th wedding anniversary.
We need to find a cure for brain cancer so other families do not have to go through the horrible pain we are going through. There needs to be better, less invasive diagnostic procedures. We learnt much later from the MRI report that they knew it was a quick-growing brain cancer. A so-called routine biopsy caused a bleed/stroke that severely affected his quality of life for the little time he had left.
I was Chris’s wife and full-time carer until the day he died. He declined within days in the end. The last day was hard to comprehend — how much he declined — unable to walk or communicate, whereas he could the day before.
Chris was the most amazing husband, father, and GrandDude. My heart is broken. Grief is the price of love, and I will grieve for him for the rest of my days.
One day, my days of travelling on this earth will end. Chris will be at Heaven’s door; he will be there to greet me, and I will cry no more. I’ll put my arms around him and kiss his lovely face — and this broken heart of mine will fall back into place.
