Okay, so I gotta get this off my chest.
First off, my best friend had a bad case of Melanoma a little over a year ago. He had it cut out, along with some of his lymph nodes, and underwent Interferon treatment.
He bounced back from that pretty well, and we thought he was cancer free. And then about a month ago he was sitting on the couch with his wife and he just slumped over. His wife thought he'd had a stroke and called 911. A CAT scan showed he had a golf ball sized brain tumor. So they cracked open his noggin and cut it out.
Within two days he was wanting out of the hospital. The neurosurgeon told him as soon as he was off the morphine he could go home. "No more morphine" he says, and they let him out.
He was doing well. He has some speech problems, but he's all there mentally. He knows what he wants to say, but sometimes has to grasp for the right words. Other times he speaks normally and you wouldn't even notice.
He knew that the cancer had spread on into the lymphatic system, and into his lungs, and they were going to start chemo. He was prepared to fight it. He's the toughest bastard I've ever met, and he puts me to shame. I'm a pretty tough old goat myself, but he's got me beat.
So yesterday morning I get home from work, and after some food and a shower I'm getting ready to hit the hay. And then I get a text. It's my friend. Like him, the text was to the point. "I need to talk to you" was all it it said.
So I call him immediately, because I already knew what he was going to say. "No use in going through chemo, I'm too far gone" he tells me. "They said I have 6 months, maybe a few more."
Fuck. So I told him I would come over Sunday morning after I finish this weeks shift. I plan on spending all the free time I can with him while I can. His wife needs the support too. She's being strong, but she needs someone to lean on because it's going to be rough on her.
He'll have in home hospice, and he'll get lots of painkillers so he won't be in pain.
I've got some clones set side just for him, and I'm gonna make him some canna butter and the best weed I can grow.
I'm so down right now. I had to drink myself stupid just to get to sleep yesterday, and I was hungover half the night at work.
So there it is. Thanks for letting me vent. I needed to get that out so I can be strong for him. He's been there for me when I was going though a really bad period in my life, and I know a lot of our mutual friends are gonna vanish when shit starts getting bad, so I'm gonna be there until the end. He deserves it.
First off, my best friend had a bad case of Melanoma a little over a year ago. He had it cut out, along with some of his lymph nodes, and underwent Interferon treatment.
He bounced back from that pretty well, and we thought he was cancer free. And then about a month ago he was sitting on the couch with his wife and he just slumped over. His wife thought he'd had a stroke and called 911. A CAT scan showed he had a golf ball sized brain tumor. So they cracked open his noggin and cut it out.
Within two days he was wanting out of the hospital. The neurosurgeon told him as soon as he was off the morphine he could go home. "No more morphine" he says, and they let him out.
He was doing well. He has some speech problems, but he's all there mentally. He knows what he wants to say, but sometimes has to grasp for the right words. Other times he speaks normally and you wouldn't even notice.
He knew that the cancer had spread on into the lymphatic system, and into his lungs, and they were going to start chemo. He was prepared to fight it. He's the toughest bastard I've ever met, and he puts me to shame. I'm a pretty tough old goat myself, but he's got me beat.
So yesterday morning I get home from work, and after some food and a shower I'm getting ready to hit the hay. And then I get a text. It's my friend. Like him, the text was to the point. "I need to talk to you" was all it it said.
So I call him immediately, because I already knew what he was going to say. "No use in going through chemo, I'm too far gone" he tells me. "They said I have 6 months, maybe a few more."
Fuck. So I told him I would come over Sunday morning after I finish this weeks shift. I plan on spending all the free time I can with him while I can. His wife needs the support too. She's being strong, but she needs someone to lean on because it's going to be rough on her.
He'll have in home hospice, and he'll get lots of painkillers so he won't be in pain.
I've got some clones set side just for him, and I'm gonna make him some canna butter and the best weed I can grow.
I'm so down right now. I had to drink myself stupid just to get to sleep yesterday, and I was hungover half the night at work.
So there it is. Thanks for letting me vent. I needed to get that out so I can be strong for him. He's been there for me when I was going though a really bad period in my life, and I know a lot of our mutual friends are gonna vanish when shit starts getting bad, so I'm gonna be there until the end. He deserves it.
