Damn straight. My wife and I got a bad roll of the dice as far as terminal illness goes. But the important thing there is that neither of us really has much in the way of regrets. At least as far as life experiences go. We b  7b75  oth lived absurdly longer than we should have thanks to a lifetime of caring about our health before any diagnosis. The greater time to slide down means that we've had time to get our affairs in order before death. And before all that? Both separately and together we just really lived. If something was important enough we made it happen.  And when she died, she died content. I really can't see it being any different for me a few more months down the line. I think it's a pretty amazing thing for people who died fairly young. But give most of the people we look at on here twenty more years, forty more years, whatever. It wouldn't change anything. Hell, I'd say that's true to a large extent for most of the overweight level fats or even upper normal range people. Almost every one of them assumes 'some day' they'll get in shape. They'll keep that new years resolution. Or whatever.  But that's the thing about people who wait for the right time to come before starting something difficult. It'll NEVER be the right time because what they're really waiting for is life to hand it to them effort free.  And death doesn't give a shit. It comes eventually, and usually with some level of incapacitation beforehand. People always putting things off just file those future desires under regrets. And it makes for a pretty miserable collection of final moments for them.