I've been chatting with him every few weeks.
While it was evident that he was ill, this still comes very suddenly. I hadn't noticed that we haven't had one of our periodic talks recently until this news.
We commiserated often about our respective misadventures in the healthcare system, and despite this I still don't have a good picture of the full scope of his condition.
But I do know that despite the tremendous discomfort he often experienced, he died unbroken. I doubt I would have been as productive, nor as as vivacious, for nearly so long were I in his place.
In one of our last exchanges we discussed music of choice to listen to while stuck in a hospital bed, and this is what he sent me:
"Might I, in turn, put this forward. Just click "play album" when the page loads. And give it a minute, too, please. I read your music list, this shouldn't be too much of a shock. Just a way to relax/while away some time..."
I'll be donating to the Scleroderma Foundation, and if you can, you should too.