I have made so many friends throughout the course of my life. Some have come and gone, some have remained - and some have become so close to me, that the word "friend" alone can no longer define what they mean to me. A friend that has become so close and so dear to my heart, that no matter what life throws at the both of us, no matter what path the two of us take, the friendship we have created will never die. A friend that I know will talk to me like they spoke to me yesterday even if we stop talking for years - and then I call them out of the blue. A friend that can finish the sentence I started - and a friend that is so close to me - I can feel their pain when they are sick.

I met Bradd twelve years ago when I was dating his friend's sister. He and I hit it off right away. Both sharing the same love for wrestling and other interests, we began to hang out as often as we could - especially when wrestling was on. As the years progressed, we became nearly inseparable. We did everything together. We filmed celebrities at various events and functions together, we wrote articles together - and best of all, we even got the chance to take part in our favorite sport together - wrestling - first by filming the superstars, then working with them as commentators and ring announcers. It seemed that everything we did together came naturally, as if we had an instinctive chemistry that made us an unstoppable team whenever we wanted to be.

Then after seven years as brothers in a friendship sense, we made it official when I married his sister Lis. Now family, Bradd and I became closer then ever. Whether he was over to work or to hang out, it seemed as if he was always there. Our time as brothers-in-law did not last very long because after not two years of marriage, Lis and I divorced. I thought Bradd would be angry at me that Lis and I were ending our marriage - but he wasn't. Despite the fact that his sister was divorcing one of his best friends - our friendship remained steadfast - something I have always appreciated.

It was right after the divorce that we began to drift as friends - but for other reasons. I moved into my own place and he moved to Staten Island. Sure we talked here and there but it wasn't the same as the good old days. The drifting continued until we lost contact completely.

It was as soon as we lost contact that Ring Fever exploded. Finally, after years of hard work and determination, our wrestling dreams were fulfilled - and Bradd wasn't there to enjoy it. I tried my best to contact him, I called his house number and it was disconnected - I even tried my ex wife - but her number was disconnected too. Although I could not reach him, I tried to use the show as a means of communication. We mentioned him on the show and used old clips we shot in hopes that he would see them and contact me - but he never did and I couldn't figure out why.

It wasn't until March of this year that I finally found the means to contact Bradd. I went to film a wrestling show in Staten Island and ran into Duke, Jennifer and Billy. Old friends of mine that I also missed and lost contact with. Granted, I was glad to see them, but the first question that came out of my mouth was, "How's Bradd?"

Of all the answers I thought I would receive in response to that question - nothing would have prepared me for what I heard.

I was told that for the past year, Bradd was suffering from Lymphoma. A devastating form of cancer that effects the body's blood, bone marrow, and lymph nodes. He was on strong chemotherapy and has had to undergo numerous blood transfusions and hospitalizations - and on top of that - he also has diabetes.

As I heard this news, my heart grew very heavy with sadness - not Bradd - not my brother. I don't know what was worse, the fact that he has cancer and diabetes - or the fact that I couldn't be there for him when he found out.

I did get his number from Billy and called him when I got home from the show. Just as I expected, when he heard my voice on the other end of the phone for the first time in years - we spoke like we talked yesterday - and everything was cool again.

I invited him and Billy over my house that weekend. I must admit that I did not know what to expect when I saw him. Both our mutual friends and Bradd himself told me that he had lost a tremendous amount of weight, all of his hair, and didn't look like his former self - but I didn't care, I just wanted to see him again.

When he arrived, I was still in the shower, so he and Billy sat and talked with Sandy until I got out. I must say that getting out of the shower and hearing Bradd's voice felt just like the old days when he was always around. So I was even more eager to see him again. So I ran out of the shower, got dressed, and ran downstairs to see my brother again.

When he turned to look at me. I almost cried, both from seeing what the cancer had done to him and realizing that so much time had passed since we stood in the same room together. But now that we were in the same room again - it was like we always were. It was right back to the sarcastic jokes, the punning and the mock insults we always threw at each other. All the old "Paul & Bradd" phrases were flying again and after a few minutes - I forgot he had cancer - and so did he.

Now that we are back together again, I thank God that He brought Bradd back into my life when he did. I also pray to God that Bradd will beat this horrible disease and be able to be a fully active part of the show that he helped create so many years ago. And more than anything else, I hope that Bradd realizes what a friend he has always been to me and knows that no matter what - I'll always be his brother.