Fuck Cancer

I went to visit my best friend on December 12th.  Took him to his radiation appointments every day, helped him around the house, took him out to eat often, and spent a lot of quality time with him. He was doing pretty well - Good days and bad days, but we were able to do a good bit.

Yesterday I got this text from him:

We'd talked at length about that when I was there.  He questioned his decision to undergo treatment.  My stance was that he had at least try.  If it ruined his quality of life, then by all means quit.

So, I get it.  I understand it.  I accept it.  It doesn't make it any easier but it's his decision, and any decision he makes is the right one.

Yeah, so fuck cancer.

Needless to say, I'll be quitting smoking.