I recently lost a very good friend to brain cancer. I think he lived around a year after his diagnosis was confirmed. People said he had a good death. He was able to work through a lot of things with his wife and son, as well as spend time with some good friends.
But for whatever reason, he didn’t want to see me after the last meal we had together. Neither me nor my wife. Since he has gone, however, my wife has been one of his wife’s closest, if not the closest friends.
Scott chose not to deal with a drawn out death. Yes, this saddens me. Dying is not easy, and it can be painful emotionally and physically. Who am I to judge what anyone choses to do about avoiding that pain? I’m sure he could have gotten something out of it. I’m sure his family would have appreciated it if he had lived longer.
I have another friend who was diagnosed with some fast-acting cancer. They told him he had a week to live. When I tried to call him, he wouldn’t talk, but I spoke to his wife at his bedside, and I overheard him saying, “If I have to die in a week, I wish I could go now.” He died three days later.
I feel bad for him. It is a horrible thing for anyone to find out and sometimes I think about it, and it’s a scary thought to think I might one day be told this news. But I’ll just live as long as I can stand it. We’re all different, and Scott made his choice. I hope it’s not a decision I ever have to be faced with.