Cancer
November 3, 2006
This week I found out that I good friend of mine is dying in cancer.
He has battled one form of cancer during the spring and summer - and actually won over it. So in late august I spoke to him and there were no signs of the cancer. A real miracle if you ask me, because he wasn’t given any good chances.
But all of a sudden, a week ago, the cancer came back - this time in the brain and in a place where nothing can be done.
Cancer really is a terrible decease - it seems to be able to hunt you down even after you think that you have beaten it. In a way it becomes more than a decease, it’s almost as something with a mind of it’s own. I didn’t think I could feel hatred for a decease but I do. I am angry...
