I had an uncle who was diagnosed with terminal cancer many years ago. At the time they gave him only months to live, he told them to go to hell.

For nearly 25 years they kept telling him he only had months to live and for 25 years he kept telling them to go to hell.

He had good days and bad days, but he fought for each one. He was one mean SOB when he wanted to be, but he sure loved life.

Keep up the fight and live each day to it's fullest. God Bless and many prayers.