We lost a close friend three days ago to cancer. He was at home and died with hospice. His comment close to the end was "We kill our animals humanely." That sums it up for his experience on being very brave on his second time with prostate cancer. He fought drugs, walked with a portable chair, did not have a hospital bed until a week before he passed. He told us he had a great life. He married and lived with the women he loved for over 44 years.
He was a poet, a expert birdwatcher, planted a vegetable garden his last summer. He joked with us "I am not dead yet." (an old Monty Python joke. ) and he practiced his French with my husband the student. Two weeks before he died, he gave my husband what of left of his good scotch. He gave me a Zen Potato Kit complete with a stand, tiny scissors, and a miniature 50 page instruction manual
He was a great foodie and we traveled with him and ate so well. We also followed the Vermont
beer trail. New barbecue joint opened and we were off for sweet ribs. Portland, ME was a favorite spot for all of us. Great museums, the best tea shop in the east, favorite Tai, and Japanese
delightful restaurants.
I now have a hole in my heart. It will slowly close. Until then I will not be myself.
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