Not every present comes wrapped in a box.
It seems like they're getting to a point where there are no other options," Rocky says of his doctors.
But he's still fighting. He's searching for experimental treatments, like one he found at Johns Hopkins Hospital in Baltimore. A doctor there is treating cancer patients with infusions of vitamin C.
"If this doesn't work, I'll try another one," Rocky states defiantly.
His old friends have surprised him with support, chauffeuring him to hospitals and helping with chores around his home--a few miles from Feighanne and Jill's. One friend brought a cherry picker truck over to help fix the outdoor Christmas lights.
"That's what you get for treating people right in high school," Rocky says with laugh.
The loyalty--and the fragility of life--have had an enormous impact on him.
"I look at everything differently," Rocky says. "I think about how much more important my friends and my dog are than my financial obligations and money stuff."
But above everything else, it's all about Feighanne now.
"I always told her, 'If you need to ask me about any of this, ask me,'" Rocky says. "If I see you holding back, I'll force conversation."
"It didn't really hit me for a while," Feighanne responds. "Not until I saw you in the hospital."
She smiles and laughs uncomfortably.
As if the world couldn't get any messier, Feighanne's stepfather, Jim Longshaw, recently took a job in Nebraska. His employer in Delaware dissolved his position during a series of banking mergers and Jim was out of work for four months. He finally found a job in Omaha.
Now, the family may have to move to the Midwest. Rocky thought about going with them.
"I considered that," he says, "but it's just not realistic."
"When can we get Feigh over to decorate the Christmas tree?" Rocky asks Jill.
Jill lists Rocky's appointments for the week--blood work one day, chemo the next, a meeting with someone from Social Security the following day.
"How about Thursday?" she asks as she packs pulled pork, a roll, provolone and a slice of homemade cake into a plastic bag.
"You act like my momma," Rocky mocks, though Jill seems to ignore him.