Tonight one of my husbands friends lay dying.
Just last Saturday, he felt short of breath, and people convinced him to go to the E.R. He has very good insurance, so going in wasn't an issue. While there, the E.R scanned his lungs when they couldn't figure out what his problem could be -they thought they saw something and told him he should see his family Dr. the next day. or on Monday.
On Monday, he felt worse. He still was having a bit of trouble catching his breath, and his side hurt. He had more X-rays, and then he heard the news. He had lung cancer. He not only had lung cancer though, it had migrated and spread to his liver and kidneys.
My husbands friend had a death sentence on Monday, and he 'disappeared' from sight- he didn't go have a drink after work as he wasn't going to work. He was on painkillers, he was dying , and he wanted to be left alone. There was nothing modern medicine could do as the cancer was quickly spreading from organ to organ.
It has been exactly one week, my husbands friend hasn't been in touch with anyone and tonight he was admitted to the ER once again. His kidneys are failing he is shutting down. His wishes are he have no visitors except his family, no friends as he doesn't want them to see him 'this way'.
My husband is frantic. He called the likely hospital - and was told no visitors. My husband isn't in control and went to the bar with other friends to remember and think. He is hurt his friend doesn't want to see him, that he can't tell him how much he liked his company and enjoyed their time together.
His friend wasn't the 'likely' suspect to be taken over first by lung cancer and have it spread so quickly- he is 54, doesn't smoke, is a light drinker, is trim and looked to be in good health.
Tomorrow, come the dawn, I think my husband will lose a friend, I hope he is able to remember him with a smile.
