I have had plenty of opportunities to call the University of New Mexico medical center and go through the steps I have to take before Dave's Surprise Cancer Doctor will talk to me.
I haven't done a thing, except for listen to people tell me stories of how people they knew, too, either "bravely" hid a terminal diagnosis from their families, or else denied the bad news was even an option. "You're wrong, doc. I'm never going to die. I feel great."
I don't want to hear either answer. I strongly suspect it's the second one, a manic belief he was going to cheat death again, because he was Death Defying Dave.
Or else it's a third option, something I'll be blindsided by. What I need before I can hear that is courage. I have to stop saying that I can't call because I'm busy with work, Albuquerque is an hour behind us. If I call at 5:00 it's only 4:00 there.
More, I need to stop wallowing in this anger, skip bargaining and depression, and move on to acceptance.