It is possible that last night, Senator Ted Kennedy watched on television as Boston Red Sox pitcher Jon Lester, a cancer patient, tossed a no-hitter against the Kansas City Royals. He probably knew at the time, though we are just now learning, that Kennedy himself has brain cancer.

He has been talking and joking with family and friends while undergoing a battery of tests that revealed the malignant tumor, a glioma in the left parietal lobe, according to the hospital.

I do not know where they’ve staged it, but if it is a T3 or T4, especially with any lymph node involvement, the end is near. I always pictured Kennedy retiring from the Senate and moving down to Florida to live out his many remaining days at the family’s compound down there, writing a memoir and making all sorts of pronouncements on this or that. Cancer is an ignoble disease, and this is a horrible end.

While I was being treated for BOT cancer, a high school-aged young man was being treated for cancer of the brain. They moved him to Pittsburgh for the care he really needed, and I haven’t heard a word about him since. I got in for my six-month exam at the beginning of next month, and I’ll ask, but this one had the benefit of his youthful body. Ted Kennedy is old, and he has not taken the best care of himself.

It is going to be tough.