I hate cancer

On Christmas Eve, a friend, of our's, Bill, that we know from the VFW wasn't feeling well. Over the course of the next week, he was sent from hospital to hospital. He eventually found out that he had cancer. It had started in his lungs and spread to his brain. He was only in his 50's.

He was put on steroids and went through some radiation. He came into the V twice since then when I was working. Instead of a Miller Lite he drank a Mt. Dew. He seemed to be doing relatively ok.

Last night, another guy, Lynn, that comes into the V called me and said he passed away. Yesterday he wasn't feeling well so Lynn took him to the doctor, as he has been since they found out he had cancer. The doctor sent him to the ER.

Lynn stayed with him until late in the afternoon. He told Bill he needed to go home to feed his dog and such and he'd be back between 6 and 7. As soon as Lynn got home, the hospital called and said he needed to come back. When he got back, he wasn't allowed to go in the room. About 5:30 the doctor came out and said Bill had passed away.

Bill didn't really suffer and he wasn't in a lot of pain over the last month. Bill was retired from the Army and a veteran of Desert Storm. Please keep him, his family, and friends in your thoughts.