Its a shit deal that some of us get, although there appears always to be someone worse of than you. I have stage 3 pancreatic cancer, symptoms for only three days and then diagnosis. Was given seven moths to live on the 23rd July but am still here. Among other things I want to see my club ( we all have some ownership) promoted to the Prem and will stick this out for another month to make that happen. For the stats, I don't smoke, drink, eat unhealthily, I exercise regularly having been a triathlete after being a soldier. I avoided death in Iraq and Somalia and so I guess my time has come, but even as i approach death i remain happy, positive and full of ideas.
Like your mate I have no anger or bitterness and having this condition strangely has made me a better person, 55 years old, a 1901 East Platinum ticket holder. Cancer sufferers are not brave, we have no choice, we deal with it. I personally am not fighting it as I don't believe that you can fight something you can't see, feel, taste, hear or touch, but we do challenge the condition. My condolences to you for your friends passing, other than tax, death is the only certainty in life.
RIP Nigel.
When (not if) we get promoted, there will be many a tear shed in both joy for the achievement, and sadness for those who never got to see it. Like Paul Whelch last week, it seems particularly bloody cruel to be taken this close!