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He'd fought his pancreatic cancer for a year and a half and was just worn out. When he was diagnosed, it was Stage IV, inoperable. He had to keep working to keep his health insurance. He worked 4 day weeks, would get his chemo on Fridays so he was recovered enough to go to work on Monday. The weekends he did not get chemo were spent with his family.
Once he decided no more chemo, it was as if he was set free. He and his family went out to dinner that Friday. Saturday, he basically collapsed and my sister took him to the ER where they said there was nothing they could do for him. Hospice workers helped take him home, got him comfortable, and got pain meds for him. Sometime early Monday morning he was gone.
Damn, I hate cancer.
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