It seems to me you have a good grasp on the situation, it sounds (i hope 
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Roger was 78 and had a bout with throat cancer fourteen years ago we had found out. He never had told to either of us about it but somehow Louie found out through his medical history. Yet this whole time after the first time with cancer Roger smoked and seemed to get drunk a lot with the other two. Roger, Louie and Linda, (Louie's part time girl friend) ran around and did everything together for the last six years it seems Roger was laughing and carrying on with Louie just a couple of days before the end. So i guess it wasn't terrible the whole time even at the end.
Only thing i can figure out, is when it's time to go, it's time to go. My Pops, twenty years late, at 67, just kicked over doing what he liked to do, working, outside, mowing someones lawn, without too much warning. He had a small heart attack a couple years earlier and was told by the doctors to take it easy a little bit. He did some but then also kind went back to what he liked, going outside and working around the yard and other peoples yards. Really it seams we don't really get too much of a choice sometimes.
Lastly my older brother took almost two years before he finally past. At 36 and about 30 years ago was in an auto accident, went through the windshield and basically was brain dead there anyway. Yet it took that long in a county hospital before the rest of his body gave out.
I don't really know what to say to you about any of what you are going through and even struggling to convey the next thought in closing.
I would say Peace be with you, but that isn't something i have say, because sometimes others want to hear the truth (at least it seems that way to me). It seems one could be more comfortable with some truth, rather than a pander.
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