Back in 2006 I done the whole working holiday thing in the UK. I was placed with another guy at the time, and we met at OR Tambo while waiting to board the plane. I was 19, he was 18, fresh out of high school. We both came back to SA in 2007, and he went to a culinary school, beginning a career as a chef that took him to the US for a number of years before returning to SA and settling down in the WC where he set up his own little mobile kitchen. We drifted out of touch over the years but would occasionally chat via Facebook.
In June of this year his wife posted that he had been diagnosed with Stage 4 renal cancer. This past Saturday, I logged onto Facebook and saw a post from his wife that he had passed away last week. It wasn't even 4-months. He was 38 and had only just got married last year, leaving behind a young son as well.
This cancer is a MFer.