Not sure where else to post this, but I just learned that an old buddy lost his lengthy battle with cancer this evening after putting up a solid fight. If anyone feels like raising a glass to a random stranger, I’m sure he’d appreciate it.
You are a good friend for thinking of them like this. In the old times it was thought that you would think of the recently diseased for a few days so they would see the path to find the other world. Because if we are sad they left and their kin are waiting to welcome them, their path would be brighter if they were missed. So when the mourning days were over celebrate them going home. We should all sing our death songs like warriors going home.
Sorry for your loss. In the future please avoid calling it a “fight” though, as that’s got negative connotations toward those that can’t survive the disease, since it puts the blame on the victim for “not fighting hard enough”. Not saying that’s what you meant, but some people definitely mean it that way.
Thanks for the kind replies. I didn’t necessarily make this post looking for sympathy, moreso just getting it off my chest, so I appreciate y’all taking a moment.
Currently in the hospital after dealing with a neutropenic fever (fun fact: somewhere around 106.3f your brain can no longer form coherent speech) stemming from way-too-stronk chemo. I concur, fuck cancer.
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