My best friend age 52 died. She had cancer when she was a teenager and beat it. But the toll it took on her body eventually got her. She had done all sorts of treatments in the past 5-7 years to make her body better. She cared for life. I was throwing mine away, included my greatest support and love, my wife.
I was constantly worried about my own health because the doctors told me several years ago I needed to quit drinking.
I finally did and feel the best ever. Am not going back.