Work storytime:
I had a co-worker who lost his wife to breast cancer. It was a previous job that I had, and he lost his wife several years before we met.
It took him a couple years to get to the point where he could actually function at work. According to him the only thing that kept him sane was a dog he and his wife had. When he wanted to stay in bed and die the dog made him get out and walk around the block... etc.
By the time I got to know him he was doing a lot better.
Anyways, one day at work we got to talking about Medical Marijuana.
I thought it was a joke. A way for hippies to attempt to legally toke up and feel good about their mediocrity.
However, he corrected me.
His wife and him planned dinners out, went to symphonies, and did other things knowing that things were not going well. However her nausea medication didn't work. She was always nauseous and didn't feel well enough to push it to get out of the house.
That being said she picked up some medical marijuana thinking that she would use it as a last resort. If you are going to die why not try to enjoy your last few months?
Sure enough 15 minutes after smoking one, or on an occasion eating a brownie, she could go out and spend a night on the town.
Hearing my friend tell me his story changed my tune.
I wish your friend the best.