I just finished reading a book called "The Best of Us" by Joyce Maynard. She tells in great detail how she met the love of her life in her late 50s and how a few years later he became ill with pancreatic cancer. She endured his slow demise and eventual death but sustained that journey with their memories and meaningful experiences to the very end. Certainly makes one question all the medical interventions one endures to prolong life just a little bit.