It’s been around a month since I heard the news.
It started with he telling me that he has depression and anger issues. He was scared and confused and his family was essentially disowning him because they thought he was making up mental illness to get out of school. In addition to this, he was going through an identity crisis since he can’t join the US Army if he is taking medication for mental illness -- he was in the ROTC program at our university. He was also a body builder. He was really big lol.
I tried to comfort him with my own struggles of medical problems and how it affected my grades but I eventually overcame it. You can too, bud!
But fast forward a couple of weeks, he has been throwing up everyday. Doctors thought it was just a reaction to the anti-depressant medication. But something was wrong. He knew it, I knew it. This was worse. A friend drove him to the emergency room.
And then the news came out. Happy birthday, also you have brain cancer.
Yeah, he found out on his birthday.
The hospital visit was whirlwind for me. I had a cold, but he had brain cancer. I was tired from exams, but he had brain cancer. That’s all I could think about. Why am I upset about my own silly misfortunes when he has brain cancer?
I know my feelings are valid despite anyone’s circumstances, and I usually push myself not to think in the way I did at the hospital. But this time, I just couldn’t.
I tried to block out those thoughts and just focus on the present. Okay, be there for him. Memes! He likes memes. And so we talked about memes.
He was also so much more humble, so much more thankful when talking to me. And he kept offering me pizza. I don’t know why it made me so emotional when he offered me pizza. Maybe it’s because when he motioned at the pizza his eyes could barely move from the tumor. Maybe it’s because I’m supposed to be the friend offering him shit but he’s being the kind and thoughtful person he always was, even in a damn hospital bed. Maybe it’s because as he motioned to the pizza I also got to see everyone else in the room, and marvel at how it was a semi-high school reunion and at how he had so many friends comfortably sitting around, keeping him company and showing him love.
The next day, he was flown to Miami for a serious surgery. It went smoothly, thank god, but was just a biopsy. Tumor cannot be taken out.
He started chemo. And fast forward to now. He is out of the hospital and walking again but he is damn depressed. Staring at the walls. No motivation to even watch a tv show.
When I tell people “Yeah, he has cancer”, I don’t know why I expect better responses than what they give me. I mean, they’re sad about the news, of course, but I wish they gave me more. I think I just want someone to relate to me and show me they understand the impact this is having on me. He is not just an acquaintance to me, as he is to the people I talk to about him (we didn’t have many mutual friends).
He has been there for me since my Freshman year at university. Helping me through the toughest times, encouraging me to get milkshakes so I can enjoy my Saturdays instead of overwork myself hittin’ the textbooks. He’s that friend that reminds you it’s okay to relax a little, it’s okay to breathe in all that life has to offer. And it is especially okay to soak up all the dankest memes and the funniest and scariest video games.
Talking to him nowadays, knowing he’s so sad because his friends are getting ready for the next chapter in their lives after graduation -- of course it breaks my heart. I’m moving to Tennessee and he will still be in his home. Just waiting.
I look at the pictures of piggy back rides. Of us walking a long walk to get some cheap & bad asian food (cheap & bad asian food becomes cost-effective & good asian food when you’re a starving college student). Petting dogs. Nerf gun wars. The dumbest, purest moments of fun.
I wish I could bring him the life and the energy that he brought me when I was anxious and depressed. I don’t know how. I’m trying my best but sometimes I just don’t know what to say.