I have had two primary cancers and two lots of vicious treatment, the first was grim ,anyway I only worked fifteen hours a week, I could see the accountant edging me out and the desire to say poke it was overwhelming, but I sat it out through lockdown and then they made me redundant, which suited me down to the ground as I was going back from furlough to ask for eight hours and if they had said no (I strongly suspect they would have done) I would have walked. They blinked first. 
So I retired at 56, DH retires in a month.
We have his final salary, his state pension, the twenty year savings pot and my sizeable inheritance.
We plan to do lots of city breaks and more holidays at the drop of a hat, more golf for him and probably renewing gym membership for me.
We have spent thirty four years being sensible, it will take some adjusting to start spending. 
DS21 keeps offering to help us spend it.😂
We will need to ring fence some money to get him on the housing ladder.
I am very aware that cancer could come knocking again for me at some point in the future, so we will spend but spend wisely.