Russellgww, Thanks very much for your excellent post on the subject, you sum it up very well. As someone who spent a lot longer in Intensive Care than was expected after major surgery for cancer; it was touch and go as to whether I'd make it. Many days since I've wished it was my last. I've had more bad days than good of late, but when the good days come they give me hope and an appreciation of life. Just like when I was caring for my wife I accept each day as it comes as though it is our last. Crazy as it may seem to many I'm so scared of losing control of my life that I run three and a half miles every morning at 04.30AM. It take a great effort, but it feels good to know that I can still do it. One day at a time, you never know what's round the bend, I just might be!