When cancer hit me I lost about 1/3 of my Dumont Dunes group as friends. 19 years with that group.
I was sick as hell. I wore my chemo pump as it pumped poison through the distribution manifold with all the awful, smelly and gruesome side effects and I carried on with another sick Duner in the group that eventually died of his cancer.
But,,, the better angels in the group stuck up for us and supported us.
My wife horseback rides with a beautiful young girl that is slowing fading away with breast cancer that has spread. We see some of her "friends" have the same reaction as some of who I thought were friends did.
She, like me, became radioactive.
We really discovered what true friends are - and who they are.