“I’ve got to tell you, your friends are scary as hell when they want to be, angel," Dean said. "I think they could take me and the boys down, if they really put their minds to it. Anyway, they stood there shoulder-to-shoulder, and refused to let me past the visitor’s room until I convinced them that I was serious about being in this for the long-haul. Me and the guys have been here the whole time, and after lots of suspicion and a general lack of trust, the ladies are talking to us a bit more now.” He grinned. “They just had a conference in the hallway and gave me the green light to come in here and see you.”
“Are you serious?”
“Totally.”
“So you know that the cancer hasn’t spread to my spine or brain. Yet. But it’s progressing, and chemo isn’t working for me. I mean, it’ll hold things
