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There's times when life will cold-cock you and it always puts things into perspective.
Cutting to the chase, I have 4 life long friends. One lost his father to cancer back in early 2006, he was 54.
Another informed me a week ago that his father, 64 years old, will be gone in the next few weeks.
He has lethal cancer in his liver, lungs, and pancreas. A month ago, he wasn't feeling "right" and decided to go see a doctor. A few tests later, on Aug 16th, they gave him a fatal diagnosis, gave him a few weeks to live, and sent him home.
This is the third time I've ran across this in the past few years. Someone feeling ill only to find out they have terminal cancer only to die within a month.
He is rapidly declining, he could walk on the 16th, by last thurs, he was mostly stuck in bed due to the pain and weakness.
I have been sending him TXTs, thanking him for everything...for all the help they game me back when I was homeless and had nowhere to go.
Long story short, I'm not looking for "I'm so sorry" replies, I'm basically trying to convey that sometimes, you need something like this to set you straight and let you know what really matters.
I try to take something from everyone I lose, something to gain from their passing. His passing? Really focus on my friends, family, and most importantly, my daughter. I've been too distracted by complete bullshit lately, I've stopped that.
His name is David, he is a good man. He and his wife helped out a white trash troubled kid when they had nothing to gain. They helped me get on my feet when I got my first apartment. He's been family when I had none, he'll be missed.
Cutting to the chase, I have 4 life long friends. One lost his father to cancer back in early 2006, he was 54.
Another informed me a week ago that his father, 64 years old, will be gone in the next few weeks.
He has lethal cancer in his liver, lungs, and pancreas. A month ago, he wasn't feeling "right" and decided to go see a doctor. A few tests later, on Aug 16th, they gave him a fatal diagnosis, gave him a few weeks to live, and sent him home.
This is the third time I've ran across this in the past few years. Someone feeling ill only to find out they have terminal cancer only to die within a month.
He is rapidly declining, he could walk on the 16th, by last thurs, he was mostly stuck in bed due to the pain and weakness.
I have been sending him TXTs, thanking him for everything...for all the help they game me back when I was homeless and had nowhere to go.
Long story short, I'm not looking for "I'm so sorry" replies, I'm basically trying to convey that sometimes, you need something like this to set you straight and let you know what really matters.
I try to take something from everyone I lose, something to gain from their passing. His passing? Really focus on my friends, family, and most importantly, my daughter. I've been too distracted by complete bullshit lately, I've stopped that.
His name is David, he is a good man. He and his wife helped out a white trash troubled kid when they had nothing to gain. They helped me get on my feet when I got my first apartment. He's been family when I had none, he'll be missed.