Weekend went fine and I thought about leaving the hospital on Monday. I even got a permission to do so. Monday morning when I woke up i found out that one of my best friends had passed the previous night. He killed himself at the age of 36. He had the same disease as I did and it had progressed to the terminal stage, but he still would have had 1-3 years to live. While I can understand his decision it still pains me greatly. I cried a lot yesterday but now i just feel numb. I felt completely at a lost for words in therapy. Needless to say I chose to stay a day or 2 more in the hospital