OK, following Renzatic's advice, I'm starting up the Cancer thread. To reiterate what I mentioned previously, I was diagnosed with Stage IV Pancreatic Cancer on July 6th, 2014. My thoughts immediately went to "How soon am I going to die?". The oncologist there told my significant other "4 to 8 months". I was diagnosed in a hospital in Raleigh, NC, but knew I was going to go to Sloan Kettering in Manhattan to have my best chances. My first visit there was in August 2014, accompanied by my significant other (we might as well be married, but just didn't bother) and my 2 kids. The doctor was pretty noncommittal as far as longevity guesses, but he was (and remains) pretty upbeat. Since it had progressed to Stage IV (multiple tumors on other organs), surgery was a non-starter, so I immediately began a chemo regimen. The first "mix" worked for a while, but in February 2015 the tumors had reversed from shrinking to growing. They changed the chemo formulation, and that has been working ever since. Oddly enough, I have not experienced a single minute of discomfort from the chemo (they give you some steroids first to combat nausea, and that stuff really does the trick), with the exception of neuropathy in my hands and feet. That is a condition where your nerves get generally f**ked up, causing numbness, tingling, pain and loss of feeling. I'm taking Lyrica for my feet, and it is a gift from heaven! The feeling in my hands generally sucks (I drop stuff a lot). It's a real bummer especially since I love to work with my hands. As for the progress, the last CAT scan showed many of the tumors continuing to shrink, while the rest had not grown at all. I'm a firm believer in playing whatever hands you are dealt, and doing the best you can. So far, I consider myself very lucky.