When you are told that you have a terminal disease, it hits you like a ton of bricks. The stomach does those funny upside down things, your heart suddenly races to every nerve in your body. That was what happened to me when they told me I had cancer. Of course the immediate question that comes to mind, "How long?" Ask that question? No. I figured at that time, 4 days, maybe up to 2 weeks but that was probably all I had. My mind went to loose ends. Everything was a loose end. Hundreds of loose ends. The basement is a mess, I have to clean it, can't leave it like that. That first week was without a doubt, the hardest time of my life. All my thoughts went to my family. I pulled the insurance policies out, called for the death benefits, wrote down policy numbers and all other vital information. Made sure the will and living trust was up to date. All this while going through test after test, every day, and only knowing I had a cancer that was not curable and one that none of us had ever heard of. My wife and I had our cries and had a family meeting and broke the news to the kids. We all did our crying and then everyone just came together, gathered strength and took the offensive. One of my daughters got on the internet and got a load of info on this devil we never heard of. From that point on they have been with me, I knew I was not alone. It drove me crazy, still does, to think what I have put them through, what will be coming. Thanks to my family and friends, and my martial arts training, my mind has remained strong. Though my body has weakened, I will not give in easily. When they were finally able to give a "how long", it was 3 to 15 months. But then I went into treatment, some experimental, most was what I believe was the most intense cancer treatment out there. From intense radiation to chemo being pumped into my body 24 hrs a day for days at a time. Then to a bone marrow transplant with full body radiation and more potent chemo that drove me to the edge of death and damaged my heart. That diagnosis came 55 months ago. You take this to bed every night, you wake up with it every morning. I could hit the wall tomorrow or next week or? The road is getting shorter, I feel the body as it deteriorates. I pass this story on because this is what happened to me. Surely, each person would react differently. This is how I, so far, have faced the demon. I decided a long time ago that no way was I going to just roll over and die. I continue to go on with my life. Maybe a bit slower, well quite a bit slower, (g). I invite you to tell your story. If you don't have one, yet, maybe it will get you thinking, "How would you handle hearing those dreaded words?" Are you ready to hear them? NO!! And you never will be.