Watching my 45 year old mother(looked 30/35 at the time) come out of post op. Her hair was falling out because of the cancer drugs, and every time she coughed, the metal mesh replacing her ribs would make a poping noise like a pop can. The feeling like my mom had turned into some freak mess making sounds of a broken toaster, still fucks with me to this day. I went to my best friends right after that, got stoned as fuck realized he(my friend) was planning on killing himself, while I started to get paranoid about my hair failing out, and a aching pain in my ribs.
Fortunately my best friend didn't kill himself, he quit drugs he found god and met his current wife about 8 weeks later. My mothers tumor turned out to benign, and I still have a full head of hair.
It's been three years(this month) but just talking about it makes me feel all