My Dad survived pncreqtic cancer for several years before it metasticized and took him. He had a strong need to live. He was an avid hunter who marked his years by the hunting trips of Octobers through to the JAnuary Rabbit seasons that ended his hunting calendar.
He also lived for his gardens and his fruit trees and bee hives.
He was an executive for a major Railrod and could have given a lukewarm turd over hi career , if it interfered with his hunting.
He was one that I would have always said was destined NOT to be talked down by Cancer. He had a high pain tolerance cause he didn't want to trouble my mom. He had a joy for life because he had so much he wanted to do and accomplish.
Maybe his attitudes extended his life but didn't save it. You know that he who is not busy being born is busy dying.