Spent yesterday evening over at Rohana and Osman's. He's looking somewhat frail, and is frustrated at the seeming lack of progress in his chemotherapy, but retains his remarkable fighting spirit, even if the odds don't look great. We talked at some length of the ins and outs of his current treatment and the doctor's prognosis and I suppose it should have been a bit of a sombre occasion, but it wasn't. Far from it.
I suppose that's something to do with being in the presence of grace & courage.
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