A friend that's dying.
I guess I can consider myself very lucky to have reached the mid-thirties and have so little experience with death!
My roommate and good friend for a number of years was diagnosed yesterday with pancreatic cancer. The prognosis is not good and he was told that he has a few months to live so not to waste them on procedures that can't and won't help.
He's only 44 years old!
He is on his way back up to Fort McMurray from Edmonton today and I already feel kind of nervous and uncomfortable.
What do you say? How do you treat him? I talked to him on the phone yesterday and he sounded upbeat but I am guessing that is more denial than strength.
Any experiences, stories and/or advice appreciated.
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