in the end, he decided to fight a terminal cancer that essentially nobody beats. he had a giant tumor in his head: no fucking chance to beat it at all.

the doctors made it clear as day.

so, the realist that i am, i suggested that he spend his remaining months doing the things he always wanted. he always wanted to go on a deep sea fishing trip up north, for example.

i was excommunicated, for the reason that i accepted the diagnosis. he was going to beat it, and didn't need the negativity.

three lobotomies and countless painful chemo & radiation treatments later, he died clinically retarded, after being bed-ridden for months.

he did not accept his fate until the last moments, and it's not clear if he understood it or not.

there's a lesson, there.