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I’ve seen a lot of people die in my time. Hell, everyone I used to know is dead. This time it is different. I got a friend with cancer. She’s had it since we met and I knew she was sick. Getting down to the wire now. Guess she hasn’t been feeling so good of late. Something about her dying is different. With her I know it’s coming. Wasn’t like that with everyone else I’ve lost. Makes it harder really. We don’t talk often and I feel like an ass for it. Seems the doctor’s told her she’s only got a few weeks. Funny thing is they told her she didn’t have long over a year ago. Keep thinking she’s going to fight it and beat the shit. I know that’s probably not the case but nothing says I can’t have the same faith she does in living. Been awhile since I lost anyone close. Suppose the last that wasn’t due to a gun or a war was my grandfather when I was a kid. Tell you the truth the gun makes it easier, doesn’t give you time to think about it but with her, I’d rather wait. Wouldn’t mind waking up to the surprise of her still being around for the next 5, 6, 10 years. She doesn’t dwell on it and I’m not going to either.

I’ll miss her when the time comes but until then I’m going to keep on believing she’s a superwoman that can beat out the cancer.