My friend in Vegas had his liver cancer pulverized, which was great news and he was doing the steps to get a heart & liver transplant, but now they found something in his femur.
As an aside to the original topic (but since this thread is about dying), I’m surprised and disheartened by those I grew up with, in various capacities, already passing, few as they may be. If I had to guess, I didn’t think it’d be until well into my fifties, a good twenty years from now, that faces going back to my days in Cub Scouts, Little League, Church Youth group, High School sports, and summer jobs are starting to show up in obituaries.
Just this past two years:
-High School buddy/Cub Scouts: complications with 20 years of Type 1 Diabetes
-High School buddy: no explanation in obituary but likely an OD or Car accident
-Another High School buddy: no explanation in obituary but likely an OD or Car accident
-High School buddy/Summer coworker (Burger King/Landscaping): Fatal motorcycle accident resulting from a police chase, pronounced dead at scene, motorcycle reported stolen, warrants out for Meth possession
-High School/Church youth group: ODed on pain prescriptions skimmed from elderly patients she was serving as a nurse to for their hospice care
-College buddy: OD in Scottsdale, Fentanyl cut in regular supply of Coke
-College buddy: Homicide victim during home invasion
-College buddy: Left nightclub very drunk and was run over by truck while riding an E-Scooter on Scottsdale Blvd
