@cencalwife Exactly. You never know.

I was diagnosed with de-novo bone-metastatic prostate cancer at age 56. I had just one metastasis (unlike your husband), but since it was on my spine and growing rapidly, it almost left me permanently paraplegic; they operated just in time, and even then, I wasn't walking unassisted again for about 2 years.

I didn't even know the odds of anything at the time, because events happened so fast — it was 2 days between

"The MRI shows a growth on your spine, possibly some type of cancer"

and

"Nurse, I just woke up from a nap and I can't move my legs"

so I didn't look like a promising case when I first met my oncologist (they wheeled me in flat on a stretcher, with a suction tube down my nose because my digestive system had shut down post-surgery and pin-pricks in my fingers due to steroid-induced diabetes). But I figured that because I was only 56, it was worth a fight, so I told the oncologists to give it everything they've got, and somehow, they believed I was serious, instead of just putting me on mild, palliative care to keep me comfortable.

Almost 5 years later, I'm still here … and walking again … and carrying my first grandson around, something I didn't expect to experience when they told me in 2021 I had 3–5 years to live (he turns 6 months old tomorrow).

So, forgive my French, but screw the odds.