I haven't been able to read Fatty's blog lately, but I've been keeping up with him a bit on twitter. His experience was hitting too close to home for me. My mom's best friend just passed away in June after over 10 years of fighting cancer and then my grandmother passed away a couple of weeks later. My aunt, who has also had cancer for over 10 years, ended up in the hospital, too sick to make her own mother's funeral (a kind of miracle occurred a couple of days ago and she will hopefully be getting better soon). Enough of me.

My mom's friend was put on a morphine drip, too. I know that must have been a heartbreaking decision for Fatty, but I think deep down he knows he is doing the right thing. He has always done what is necessary to make her comfortable, even when it is hard for him. Nothing about cancer is easy, it's horrible to the core.

I don't really know what words of comfort or support I could offer. I'm so sorry he has to go through this. I've been thinking about and praying for them and will continue to do so.

I wish there was something I could to do help because he has truly helped me in dealing with how cancer has affected my and my loved ones' lives. His humor, his personality, his writing, his candid snapshots into his and his family's lives, his incredible relationship with Susan, his humbleness, and his amazing strength have all really touched me and so many others.