After seeing our unwell Brother friend improve each time we saw him, he is now on a downward path and it makes me feel that he may not be around for a long time. He attended a dinner among friends last Saturday night and an Australia Day barbeque, but he was visibly unwell and struggling and clearly going out was a huge effort for him.
After we left the Australia Day barbeque, he received a call from an older Swiss female friend in Thailand and he struggled with the conversation. Someone primed with a glass or two of drink became untactful with his medical opinions and the unwell Brother Friend broke down in tears in front of the remaining guests.
I've experienced the death of people I have cared about many times, but usually of people who were quite old or had lingered for a long time. I set aside from that the people I knew who died of Aids at a youngish age. Although Brother Friend is 65, and used to look mid 50s, he is now a weak old man clinging to what he was such a short time ago.
Tomorrow I will make a telephone call, mainly to press that he needs some professional mental health care.
A week later:
Well, that wasn't published in a timely manner. I did call later in the week and spoke to the unwell Brother. He has come off chemo in preparation for another treatment, has regained his taste buds and appetite and I don't know what they have given him, but he sounded very cheerful and was so chatty, rather like his old self.
He called the next night and spoke to R to tell us about a tv show involving a train trip from Budapest into Austria. I had seen it on YT, but it was good to see it on the bigger screen in better quality. Anyway, he spoke to R for ages, which is not like him at all.
Drugs are good!