Prayers were said. A vigil began. All his remaining friends and family came to see him. He'd made his mind up that he would face the inevitable and was mentally prepared for what awaited.
Except it didn't happen. He got better (makes you wonder about those medicines, doesn't it?). A couple of Sundays ago, he actually got dressed and went to church!
Nobody believes his longterm prognosis is good but it's amazing to me how everyone, including the patient, was prepared for the end and yet God allowed him more time.
I do think some people "know" when it's their time. I also believe that God is sovereign over life and death and it all happens according to His timetable and nobody else's. Just ask a guy named Lazarus.
I've always wondered if Jesus meant the 'mountain' to describe this sort of situation (illness, in this case).