Some people, man...
Just living in a world full of pent-up anger and use any excuse, little or great, to release it. Anything to use it up on. Usually triggered by fear of losing their invulnerability.
You can't do anything to save them. Gotta let them air out. One day, they'll see.

So it's strange being the one to bear the news to some of you. This news I have known for a week. I was not sure about releasing it into the air, but after approval from the person in question... I will do so now.

John Newman. A friend since elementary school days. One that's been from one end of the spectrum and back as far as friendship goes. Someone to relate with, have long discussions with, and laugh with. John moved to Portland in January of this year and came back home a few weeks ago.
He's been feeling ill since a month before he came back. His energy decreasing rapidly, his weight dropping dramatically.
Lumps began to form around his neck and back. Some big, some not so big. Lumps he feared. So much so, he avoided the doctor.
Wouldn't you?

Last week his family finally forced him to the hospital. And the inevitable was revealed.
John has Lymphatic Cancer. Commonly known simply as Hodgkin's Disease or Lymphoma. Either way you look at it... it's cancer.
It's a very common form and has a curability rate of 95%. He will start radiation and chemotherapy in the next few weeks. He will lose his hair and have to quit school. Fortunately, there's a program that gets him a full credit for that semester (or something like that)
More Catscans, Petscans, echocardiograms, radiation, and chemotherapy are sure to come.
He's not looking forward to it. He's still having trouble grasping his situation.
But he's doing fine. All is normal and should be kept that way to our best abilities.

He's doing just fine.