I’m sorry to hear about your friend. And this hits home pretty hard because I was wondering if I was going to die. By all rights, I probably should have. My PCP certainly thought so. I was so stupid, but when this whole thing started, I was 42. What 42 year-old automatically assumes his problem is cardio-related?
I have stared death in the face so many times, by all rights I should be dead. I survived a motorcycle accident when I was 14. I survived a car wreck in an 87 IROC-Z only 3 years later. In 2017 I developed A-Fib and in 2022 I was hospitalized with my fourth bout of pancreatitis which had abcessed the artery which runs parallel to my pancreas. The doctors were so freaked out by the mass on my pancreas, they completely missed the abscess and if it hadn’t been for a bored technician looking at my CAT scan, it almost certainly would have broken open and I would have died within 2 minutes.
To be honest, I don’t know why God has kept me around. I guess I still have a purpose, but I’ll be damned if I know what it is. I never gave much thought to whether or not God exists, but considering the odds I have beaten, I’m now pretty much forced to consider it. I mean, seriously, why me? There are certainly better people out there. I utterly loathe the very concept of fatalism, but then again, why AM I still here? I don’t know. I live in a state of perpetual confusion.
In any case, I am taking RCIA classes and trying to make sense of it all. It sounds to me like your friend was a much more suitable candidate for survival than a cynical old bastard like myself. Again, I’m sorry for your loss.