My grandmother was diagnosed with it when she was in her early nineties. She had suffered through the pain for a few months without letting any of us know. Finally it got to a point where she had to go to the hospital in early December. But she was a very strong-willed person and willed herself out of that hospital to host one more Christmas dinner. She was never an especially affectionate person, but she hugged each of us for the longest time that day before we left. She died less than a month later. I'm still amazed, thinking back, at how she was able to get out the hospital to host that last dinner knowing how far along her illness was.