gnu:

I agree whole heartedly with CarolC On this one. Hopsice, hospice, hospice!

I have a little experience with this. First, at age 6 I contracted polio. This was back around 1952 when folks were dieing of polio. I spent 11 months in the hopspital. Much of the time was in an "iron lung". Lots of kids died around me. No rhyme. No reason. But I didn't die. Two years worth of rehab and I was walkin' without braces and without a limp. Then I technically drowned and was recessitated. Well, what came out of those experiences was my Faith in God.

Then, fast forward to 6 years ago. My wife, Judy, age 52, was diagnosed with breast cancer. After a lumpectomy and a mysectomy and cemoe and radiation it became apparent that she would not survive.

We prayed on it and the angels that reponded were the *hospice* workers. These folks came into our home and helped deal with so mnay of the issues of death and dieing.

What came from their efforts was a *quality of life* for Judy. She came to realize that company, especially that of relatives, was absolutley *precious* and we made every day count. We packed 30 years worth of *goodness* and *quality* into her final 3 or 4 months.

Your friend needs a friend who is willing to put it on the line and give the *hard advice*. Yes, this is *hard advice* but *advice* that your friend desperately neeeds. He can and will find comfort, and support and knowledge and, and, and.... from hospice. These people will become his best friends...

Please deliver the *hard advice*, gnu, for it is the most loving thing that you can give your friend...

Bobert