Tuesday morning I visited my friend, John — John Arne Løberg Jørgensen. You were again in hospital. This time it was serious.
I got up to your room at eight in the morning where you were with Lisa.
I was allowed by both to conduct a prayer and twice you confirmed, John, that prayer with a handshake. Your voice was gone. Soon after, you lost consciousness but now you were calm.
Then you died peacefully last night with your closest around you. I talked to Lisa a little while ago and she told me that you woke up again a short while yesterday and said goodbye to some of your closest friends.
John experienced grace at last. We are now allowed to believe that the angels of God carried John all the way to heaven. From our prayer on Tuesday morning, calm was above him.
We who still live will mourn but also rejoice in his traveling home.
Finally, I remember John Arne the day he knocked on my door fifteen months ago. I have that same, aggressive beast of an Alien inside my body that he had, and the priest was on sick visit. Then John Arne said,
— You are not dead yet, Victor!
That day I turned. Doctors do by no means call me healed. Only on Tuesday morning, right after my visit, I got another infusion. Now I’m feeling ill because of the cure. And ill, because I miss you.
Originally published on the Melanoma Patient Network Europe (MNPE) closed Facebook group.
