I had dinner with my former boss this evening. I really wasn't looking forward to it, because he's discovered he has prostate cancer and wanted to explain his condition and his treatment options. I was worried about how he would look, how he would act, and how I would respond to it.It was fine.
He enjoys talking about it. I know that may sound weird, but it's how he is. Talking about it, joking about it, and explaining it in detail demystifies it for him. So all I had to do was remain composed when he compared and contrasted radiation and surgery, told me his and his wife's rate of intercourse (twice a month) and that, because of the meds he's on, he no longer ejaculates.
The cosmo helped.
I promised him we'd do this again before his surgery next month. I'll be more used to it each time we meet.
