Chuckie was laying in his bed, feeling sick and sorry for his situation when I last saw him a few days ago.  He began to weep softly to my sister who was holding his hand.  That didn't seem to be the Chuck I knew so I challenged him, " stop crying and man up!  if God needs you got to answer".  He started to laugh and said as he had many times before "Go on Rudy Cooke"!  That seemed appropriate.