"Julie...Come home!" That was my fifty-two year old friend's plea to his wife Julie for the last ten days of his life last month. He was dying a horrific death due to a horrific cancer that horrifically devoured his six foot, GQ chiseled frame until he was barely recognizable with his weight plummeting to double digits. Peaceful is not the word that would describe his last days. Piercingly painful would be a better description. For the remaining family members surrounding his