Our Brother Friends were born minutes apart. Read into that what you will. One complained of backache for several weeks. Doctor visits, physiotherapy and any other treatment did not help. They are always terribly good at not telling us things and we refuse to ask things. Isn't it so pathetic that men in their fifties and sixties still play such silly games?
They have been our friends for thirty plus years but it has been somewhat fractious of late. R and one of the Brother Friends have issues. I've mentioned it in the past. I don't really understand the issues. No one seems to ever challenge me directly. The do R. I think it is that they see that R cares more. He is the one more likely to talk, to take offence and be more emo. Me? I am a hard case, apparently, and immune from attack.
Pretty well the friendship was coming to an end. Brother Friends spend months living in Thailand in preparation to them moving there. It has been their ten year plus dream they have been working towards.
So the less emo Brother Friend with the 'back ache' has leukaemia. Not curable, but treatable.
He another statistic as a person who had a good diet, never smoked and never drank.