My dad's very good friend has just passed away. He suffered from lymphoma cancer, and was at a critical stage. The last time I saw him, his voice was raspy and small, he was so, so thin.
My dad visited him in hospital frequently, visited his home, and took him to Terengganu for treatment.
Zaki (his name) had a company of his own, something to do with being a contractor. SO his wife runs it now. He didn't spent his days moaning bout being gone, or partying his life away. He worked hard, traveled around to find a last project that he could for the company, to support his family with the money after he was gone.