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...... a good buddy of mine found out today he has cancer, and the doc gave him about three months to live. Man, that's tough! He has been waiting on the pathology report for a few days, and got the news today. Some good friday, huh?
I'm no stranger to cancer. My dad died of it, my granddad died of it, and my wife is a five year survivor of breast cancer. I lost my best friend 5 yrs ago to cancer (he and my wife were diagnosed the same week and he passed away in about 30 days).
Still, I find myself at a loss for words when talking to him. He's 77 yrs old, so he's not a youngun, but I'm certain he wants to see 78. He lost his wife about 5yrs ago and moved to Texas where they had planned to move when she got sick. HE only has a couple of friends here, me and a lady friend that lives across the street. His son, whom I met last Saturday, only lives about 40 miles away. I have been doing things for him for about a year because I like the guy, and he is pretty much helpless when it comes to anything mechanical. I retired 8 yrs ago at age 45, mainly because I could do so financially due to a large inheritance.
I'm still not sure what I should say to my friend to make him feel better. The doctor said the kind of chemo he would require would kill him, so he told him to just live out his life the best he could. I've seen what chemo did to my dad, It aint pretty! I'll be taking the guy fishing and we'll probably go to the casino and play some Hold Em together in the coming weeks, as long as he is healthy enough to do so. I know about hospice and how to get him hooked up to them when the time comes, and I have told his son I am here for any of their needs.
I moved to a retirement community about 13 yrs ago. We have a lake, a golf course and other amenities. Most folks here are older than I am, most at least 15-20 yrs older, so I have lost a lot of good friends over the years. It just kinda goes with the territory, I guess, but I like being around the older folks. They appreciate friendships, they're polite and caring, and I guess it makes me feel good to help them whenever I can. But damn, it's hard when they pass, but I feel priviledged to have made their acquantance.
I am comfortable talking about death, but I know my friend is not....afterall, it is his life and not mine, and this kinda took him by surprise. I've suspected for some time he had cancer due to blood loss he told me about. We didn't talk much about it because I could tell he was a little uncomfortable about it.
Anyway, thanks for listening to my story. It doesn't really require a response. I was just grieving a bit and had to talk about it. I know a lot of you have troubles of your own. Thanks
Uben
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