my dearest friend died of pancreatic cancer 12 years ago, aged 52. When first diagnosed, she fought like a demon- but 3 months later, she realised there was NO way out of that one- she chose to stop treatment and enjoy her family and friends. She chose to come to stay with us in the UK for her last journey, but never made it. I flew in just in time to hold her- she had waited for me to get there so her DH, also a close childhood friend, would have me with him. This moment will forever be etched in my heart.
She hated and got quite angry when well meaning friends and family kept telling her not to give up hope, and to fight, and that she would be ok. She told me 'its hard enough without all this cr*p and lies' - and making me feel that if I die it will be my fault for not fighting hard enough. You can't fight against advanced pancreatic cancer!