I knew a man in Australia. A really crude guy, but also very sweet and kind. My friends and i met him in 2007, and he drove us around in his classic convertible Cadillac. We learned he had been told he had about 6 months until cancer would kill him. I met him again in 2009, and he seemed about the same, with his oily black hair down to his shoulders. He shared his expensive wine cellar with me and my friends, and drove a dozen of us to the bar in the back of his box van. He still had a 6 month prognosis. I met him again in 2011, and he was bald. He had sold all of his classic cars, and he said the doctors were pretty serious about the 6 months that time. I haven't been back to Australia since, but presumably he's passed on.
Yeah, it happens. My uncle had stage IV “you’ve got about six weeks” bowel cancer for 15 years. It got him in the end - his kids grew up with “dad is going to die soon” for their entire lives to date. Not easy.
> "he drove us around in his classic convertible Cadillac"
/checks username/... of course it's you :)
I only met him in 2009 and didn't not interact with him much... I remember mostly that car, and that he was happy to trade my US$ for AUS$ (daughter was making a trip to the US soon?), thereby solving my "how do I find time to do currency exchange" on that trip!
