Since March of last year my Pap has been battling pancreatic cancer and is finally coming to the end of his long fight. It's been hard watching what was once a strong, healthy man become a literal walking skeleton because he has lost all of his body mass. Not just the fat but the muscle also. I'm 37 and this is the 1st person ive watched from the diagnosis to what will ultimately be his death. He has just started with pain meds but the appetite just isn't coming close to keeping up with what the cancer is taking from his body. I've been staying with him 4 days a week while I'm off just to spend some time with him before he goes. Hold your loved ones close and don't take everyday for granted. Tomorrow really isn't promised for any of us