One of my best friends died of Hodgekin's back in the early 1990s. He had lots of money and good insurance. He actually moved to a house near Stanford so he could get treatment at their medical center. I spent a lot of time with him in those last days. We'd go out to dinner and spend $400 for 4 of us, and order whatever we wanted that wasn't even on the menu but they'd serve. We'd go in the hot tub and he showed me all the scars from his surgeries. He took a trip to Hawaii and basically dropped dead at the airport when he got home.
That was 20 years ago. I think PA has a much better prognosis.
I really do have empathy for what he's going through. It sucks.