January 2004,
a guy that I used to share a house with, moved in with his boyfriend to a lovely house and they were so incredibly happy, I used to go round and we'd just spend all evening chilling out and laughing. About 2 months after that, his cough got quite bad and they told him he had lung cancer-he was a really heavy smoker.
About a month of tests and stuff later, they said his cancer had spread through his entire lymphatic system and he basically didnt have a chance but they continued to give him chemo and his hair all fell out and he was the skinniest guy I've ever seen. I had to go away for two weeks in november and when I left, he was ill but coherent and as happy as he could be. When I got back, he was laying on the bed, too weak to lift his head, and when I came in to say hi, he didn't even recognise me. He just lay there half staring at me half staring through me, then his eyes rolled back and I guess he went to sleep. He died two days after.
I've never cried so much in my life.
(lolaphallus, Mon 18 Apr 2005, 15:24, closed)