A friend of mine was a person who HAD suffered from cancer several times before it claimed him a few years back at the ripe old age of 42. I also think of my father who I lost not yet 18 months ago, barely having reached his 65th birthday.
Neither of them dwelled on it, never complained, never wanted pity.
IOW, Pam, you're everything they weren't. To put it more plainly, in case you are reading this, you're a shallow, petty, vindictive little bitch whose departure from the planet would make it a better place. As the person on the other board said, if you're got it, just ****ing die from it already.