Rocket slide

In Autumn, he starts to fall sick. Slowly but surely. He starts to find it cool in the house. Then downright cold. He takes to wearing his winter coat all day long.

In February, after work, he'll eat and then go sit on a chair where he promptly falls asleep for a while. He starts to lose weight.

After three months of watching him sleep most of the time, hear stories of him falling asleep while driving and at work, he cant get up in the mornings and always cold, I convince him to see a doctor. He sees his heart doctor - he has a valve problem that will have to be fixed when he is in his 60s but sees this guy for a regular checkup. No problem there. He heads to his diabetes doctor (a whole other boring story) and he recommends an internist.

The internist does a bunch of tests and thinks nothing really is wrong. He goes back to his diabetic doctor who discovers he has lost 30 pounds in 2 months or so without doing anything. He is given the name of two internists, and told to get a colonoscopy. They suspect cancer.

He looks very bad. Yellowish. Like he is 60 yrs old. His therapist calls me to tell me something is very wrong with him and he needs to see his doctor.

He is scheduled for an exam the week after Mother's Day.