I mentioned last week that a friend of mine had passed away from cancer. He was in his late thirties, unwed, but a very nice man. One day, he became short of breath so he went to see the doctor; and from the doctor he ended up admitted to the hospital. I saw him the day that he was released from Lancaster General Hospital in Lancaster, Pa and for a man who always had a smile on his face, he looked whiter than a ghost. His face was so pale and he looked like he was fighting a war that he knew he wasn't going to win.