Hi my names Liam, I have Tongue cancer and in January of this year I was given 12 months to live by a consultant so my check out date is two months. Not a chance, I know it was only an estimate but in my black humour induced mind I need to dance naked on his front lawn singing "when I'm 64" .  I'm 60 years old and will never lose my will to live or sense of humour till the end. If you can still laugh through death and all its sad sudden intrusion say hello.