“Hey guys, I got some bad news about Paul.” Those were the words that we – the group of my closest friends – received nearly one year ago while enjoying our weekly night out at the pub. Over the years our weekly ritual at the pub has become almost a second home where we share stories, drink our fill of Guinness, play darts and escape from anything going on outside. It is the same place where we have celebrated each other’s successes, mourned each other’s losses and shared countless hours of time immersed in our ‘shits and giggles’. As we stopped our game of darts and put down our pints, we huddled around as were told that Paul, one of our dearest friends, had just been diagnosed with cancer. “But he’s so young!” “And he’s in
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