Back in 2011, 8 months after I moved to Florida from Long Island, my best friend of 33 years (at the time) was diagnosed with throat cancer. He did smoke, but was not a heavy smoker (like someone who would go through packs a day).
This cancer eventually spread to his lungs, and he tried many different (even experimental) procedures to shove the cancer into remission. Nothing seemed to work. I prayed just about every day since his diagnosis asking God to heal him. A week and a half ago, the doctors finally sent him home with Hospice telling him that there is nothing more they can do. They gave him two weeks.
The weekend before this one, his wife (who is bi-polar) overdosed on prescription pain medication mixed with alcohol and passed away. She was having a difficult time dealing with Don not having long left, and couldn't deal with it any longer. She was also a friend to me and my wife. I had just texted with her hours earlier about what was going on with him (I can't bring myself to delete the text). This devastated all of us, especially my best friend who is already trying to get his affairs in order.
I went up to Long Island in May for almost a week to visit him, but I'm going back up tomorrow for what will most likely be the last time I see him. I can only stay for three days total this time, so I'll be back Friday night.
He and his wife leave a six-year old daughter to be raised by his sister; I can't even imagine what this poor child has to deal with at this young age. For myself, it was hard enought losing my mother and father at 18 and 25 respectively (both also to cancer).
This is kind of part of the reason I haven't been on much.
I don't know why I'm even writing this here.