F*ck Cancer (yeah, another one of these)
Been away the last few days.
Found out on Saturday one of my best friends since childhood (kindergarten, actually) finally lost his battle with pancreatic cancer.
I am no expert on the subject, but from what I've heard, someone living for a year or more with pancreatic cancer is almost unheard of.
My friend somehow managed to fight his way through this for the better part of 10+ years.
During that span, he lost his pancreas, had 2/3 of his liver removed, two hip replacements, and one lung removed. It never slowed him down for long, and despite all he went through, I never, ever heard him complain to anyone, or feel sorry for himself.
He was an avid outdoorsman and used his love of the outdoors as his motivation to get through his heinous treatments. The only think keeping him going was knowing that if he survived, he'd be able to get that fishing trip in or go on that next hunting trip.
He was even hunting as recently as last week; it took him nearly an hour to get into his tree stand (because of his reduced lung capacity and strength) but he did get up there, and he did come home with a deer that day (after it took him an hour to get down from the tree).
Not long after he got married he moved away, and I haven't seen him as much. We did get together for dinner a couple of years ago, but sadly not recently enough, and frankly I just feel awful about it. I hadn't made the effort that I could have. I don't know why I am posting this, just wanted to say something to the effect of not taking your friends & family for granted.
RIP you big lug.