More Cancer Stuff

I'm trying to talk to my dying sponsor every day, and I'm getting close.  He spends a fair amount of time on the phone with me.  He's always attended a lot of meetings and is a pretty social guy so I'm guessing it's pretty boring lying in a hospital bed, trying to fight off the disease that's going to kill you.  That was a topic of discussion today - exactly how the cancer kills a person.  Amazing some of the things that two guys can talk about.  It's wasn't about how the cancer kills just anyone, either - it was about how the cancer is going to kill him.

He mentioned recently that the doctors decided to prescribe the pill form of medical marijuana to try to stimulate an appetite that has been compromised by the cancer and the treatment for the cancer - sometimes the cure is worse than the disease.  You don't eat you lose your ability to fight off the attackers, but when food tastes like metal and it makes you nauseous you don't want to eat, and ya gotta eat.  We had a giggle over the pot pill.

"Man, I think you lost your sobriety," I offered.  He giggled.  He's been giggling a lot lately.  He wonders if it's the pot pill - I suspect that the hydrocodone he's taking to combat the cancer pain is probably overwhelming whatever effect the THC is having and he needs both of them, by the way.

He tells me that story every time I call.  I don't care - it's a good story.  I tell him what chores I'm running and what I had for lunch.  I think he enjoys the stories.  I enjoy talking about myself, anyway.