My father passed away four months ago. He should still be here. He was diagnosed with pancreatic cancer at age 47, and he battled with the disease for over 3 years before losing his fight.
The thing is, my dad was the picture of health. He took care of his body; he ate healthy foods in moderate quantities. He was active his whole life; he surfed and played soccer weekly up through his diagnosis. He was happy; he loved his family and friends, and he loved life.