I just found out that an old friend of mine from elementary school passed away from a battle with testicular cancer last week. I do not know any details at all about his struggle, his obituaries read that he is finally at peace after a "long battle with cancer."
I had no idea he was sick, and hadn't talked to him in literally, 15 years. We even went to High School together but weren't friends after elementary school. Best friends in 2nd grade, and shared the same disease.
I feel as sad today as I did when I was diagnosed myself. I know I'm mourning my old friend, but I'm mourning myself a bit too.
I guess I feel some kind of brotherhood with his memory now, and maybe my emotion is misplaced, but this is an overwhelming reminder of the severity of what we have been through, and the struggle I still face with it daily.
I had no idea he was sick, and hadn't talked to him in literally, 15 years. We even went to High School together but weren't friends after elementary school. Best friends in 2nd grade, and shared the same disease.
I feel as sad today as I did when I was diagnosed myself. I know I'm mourning my old friend, but I'm mourning myself a bit too.
I guess I feel some kind of brotherhood with his memory now, and maybe my emotion is misplaced, but this is an overwhelming reminder of the severity of what we have been through, and the struggle I still face with it daily.
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