My friend, who I have known  for five years, who to knows me extremely well, told me a month ago he is likely to have a heart attack.

I took it well and thought positively.

He went to the doctors recently and is waiting for the results.

He admitted to me that he is getting pains in his heart physically and emotionally...he seems resigned to the fate that one day he will have a heart attack.

I do not want to think about it.

But the more I do, the more I realise how much of his life is in the balance.

He is young and that is good, for he could recover.

But there is always the chance that he may not.

And that I will loose my friend forever.