Once upon a time there was an oncologist who got cancer. He was a kind and warm man, and now he was going to die. He was very afraid, and he tried everything to get well again. But there was nothing to be done. No medicine could save him, nor any road trip make him forget.
So he yelled and cried and begged his best friend to tell him that he loved him. But his friend could not say the words. And just as everything seemed darkest, his friend gave up his entire life to spend the last five months with the oncologist. And so the two of them drove off into the sunset together on motorbikes and left everything else behind. Neither of them ever saw the old hospital again.
Nobody knows what happened on their final journey. But if you should ever find yourself in the northeast, listen carefully to the whisper of the pines in summer. I’ve heard them myself; they told me a story of an oncologist who lost his battle with cancer, but won in the game of love.