My Mum died 12 years ago from cancer. I was 24. I always thought she'd be OK as death from such things happens to all the other poor sods out there. Now I find myself wondering what that poor woman went through. She knew she was dying and I was useless to help her. Once (and only once) I did cry whilst she was still alive and she held my hand as she was lying in bed after going through yet another dose of chemo and said 'I am so sorry'. We cried together and I told her she had nothing to be sorry about and then she said she would prefer to be alone for a while. She died about a week later. I have gone through most of the grief stages, but I am suprised that I still find things about her death and illness to think about. What is it like to know that you are dying ? How could I have been a better daughter, a better friend ? I now have a family friend that has been given 3 weeks to live and I wanted to see if I could get in his mindset so that I could offer him the support he deserves. It's breaking my heart and it's just not fair for his life to be cut so short. he is dreadfully depressed and doesn't want to die. Jeez, this sucks. I don't even know why I am ranting on, but I suppose I was hoping that someone, somewhere may have all the answers and could tell me what to do to help his last weeks be as well as they can be. He's very weak, but mentally still here (he has pancreatic cancer).