My heart is along the same lines as Yukon Chuck. I've never met David and I know my life is poorer now for that. I've copied his post from another forum that introduced me to David and his situation. I hope that it is not outside the rules here but to read what this man has written in the last days of life.....The effect has no words to describe. Awestruck? Dumbfounded? Flabbergasted? no, I think maybe humbled. Humbled by the strength, charity, wisdom and kindness he has shown so many. I often think that there's not much of the human race worth a spit. I was wrong in that. Here's the post:
"I'm finally on my death bed, evidently pushing what is natural by fair measure. The drill here is you get good pain killers and drugs (to keep me crawling out my skin w/ anxiety) until you succum to dehydration. Takes 3 to 5 days. So, here I sit waiting for the wreaper.
I love all of you. Mostly because we've become familiar over the net, friends, shared some of our lives' intimacies but also because "no man is an island..." Another, the other poem I know is named "anyone lived in a little how down: by e e cummings, even if you don't "get" poetry.
There may be other posts from me, if not from my wife so you'll know when the end has come. Fear of dying I have little anxiety, to not breath I have great anxiety which I will combat with drugs. I will remain awake if I can.
David
I know I've left enemies, but not by spite or malice. All of you please accept my apology, even if from my death bed."
God's speed, grace and blessing David