To be the best possible support for my mother, who will soon undergo two major surgeries, and not to lose my temper if things go south. I've got people who depend on me now, so I can't afford any suicidal behavior.
After losing a sporty, healthy-looking husband to the same kind of cancer I can only give you a piece of advice: Do NOT fucking smoke. Age doesn't protect you from shit. My mom is 67, but my husband was 34 when we buried him.
Believe me, this is a lottery you don't want to play.