So I'm dying, tongue cancer and next January is my due date, but nothing is ever certain. I live alone and have no friends or immediate relatives(haven't heard from in years lol). Sounds like a tragedy, a outcry for pity, it could not be further from the truth. I'm 60, have my own house, nobody knows I'm dying (I have to cover my mouth most of the time but the neighbours don't notice). So the flip side view of my life seems to any feeling of self pity has gone. I have tried to feel sorrow and regret, but I've had a wonderful life and experienced everything life had to offer GOOD and BAD(I was married once lol). I am in such a lucky position as I go from day today is to feel absolute joy(until the meds run low in the system) and not fear my death but just take it all ones stride.