Originally Posted by: lalverson 
His art was always quite inspiring and though his work I was able to better understand the intricacies of different sexual perspectives. I to only knew him from the virtual world but I can say he was always a kind soul that was encouraging to new and peer artists. I am saddened he has left us, the 3D art community is slightly less brilliant without him.
I second your comment w/o any hesitation : let's accept every small or big difference, they are what make life a fascinatingly interesting experience.
And it's so sad to see a talent vanishing, my condolences to all his friends and family.
These pancreatic malign tumors are progressively climbing to the top ten. Very hard to diagnose at early stage and almost impossible to cure when discovered. The main official culprit is tobacco smoking, but I guess that atmospheric diffuse chemicals from our modern world are another major cause.
My dad, a surgeon, self treated what he thought was a bad cough during 6 months.... We summoned him to go seen a doctor : he already had diffuse pulmonary metastasis, and others in the liver and a lumbar vertebra. 3 months later, he passed away. Since we're all in the "branch", we discussed with physicians, one of my niece had access to the biopsy (it's her specialty). Then, we had a long family reunion my dad included, and we all decided that there would be NO invasive treatment and that he would stay at home. The only thing we regret was the "comfort" chemotherapy : spending a day a week at the hospital (his hospital by the way), was no comfort at all and the only objective result was that he lost his hair.
He only had oxygen at will and strong pain killers. He staid home and we took care of the job. The very last day, he tried to finish an oil painting of a naked woman ; in the evening he said us he wanted to stop living. Since we had all the codes for the pumps (these codes were written on the box anyway), we upped the morphine slowly to the max, and he faded away in his sleep. It was a very very tough moment, but I believe that it was done as best as we could do.
Frankly, he was as a talented surgeon as he was an awful painter : as meticulate as patient, trying to catch every tiny details from his models up to the caricature and with strictly no artistic talent. At 70, he took courses and his personal style began to reveal... So whenever you really want to do something do it NOW.
He regularly bought men's magazines, but exclusively when travelling for work very far away from our town. As you can imagine, I was the first to help him empty his suit case ... Then he cut pictures, classifying them in folders like "backs", "pectorals" (as they say at Daz), legs, feet and so on....