Now that's not to say that I think he somehow failed. I've always despised the implication that a patient, whether it be cancer or whatever, was solely responsible for his/her condition through strength of will. Good attitude is important of course, but it's not the be-all end-all of recovery. I always thought it was victimizing the victim a second time to imply that the patient didn't live because s/he didn't want it enough. Maybe I'm behind the times and nobody thinks like that anymore. At least, I hope they don't.
I have known a couple of folks that died from AIDS, but neither was a close friend. And other than that, I haven't had someone close to me die from cancer or the like. I've been blessed in that regard. I'm not religious, but I like the word blessed for it feels more significant that being lucky.
Christopher Reeve's life seems to have run the spectrum. From handsome movie star to paraplegic. Talk about the ultimate highs and lows. And yet, I should have realized that one's condition can overcome the strongest of wills. Reeve developed a nasty infection from a pressure sore that escalated into cardiac arrest.
May Mr. Reeve rest in peace. He fought hard in life and deserves his rest.