I wish he was more there for me, to tell you the truth.

We don't live together, and we live 2 hours away from each other. Even though we usually see each other Friday, Saturday, Sunday every week, when I have bad days during the week no one is there.

My roommates just asked me how I was. I said I was upset about the illness and how it's not going away, and how I have to start a 6-week course of really expensive medication.

One of them just shrugged and said: "At least it's not cancer"...

Thanks, guys.