It’s true that Tim LaFollette is one tough son of a bitch. I have never seen a better man go through a worse ordeal in my entire life, and I have seen much. And though the disease is creeping through his system, gathering strength even as he loses his, he’s determined to face things on his own terms for as long as he can.

Like this afternoon, his final gig. “I wanted to make the decision myself,” he says. “I didn’t want to be up there onstage, not be able to play and bust out crying.”

And so it goes, the final drumbeat, and though the occasional grimace of fear washes across his face, Tim’s remarkable stoicism and candor against these indignities is nothing short of humbling.

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