There have been times nox, when I thought my glass was nearing empty, when it would have just been so much easier to let it totally run out. Holding my dying son was one of those times. But then I think of all the things around me that changed all that ... each little smile from my grandchildren, the sparkle in my 90 year old Mum's eyes when she tells me I'm the best, the feeling of delight I get when my oldest granddaughter throws her arms around me and calls me her "cool grannigan", the closeness I share with my daughter, the welcome I get from my little dog and the way he never leaves my side when I am ill. And finding that , after deciding not to let anyone into my life for 20 years, I could suddenly by chance meet the most wonderful man and learn to trust and love again. I have my RATTER to thank for that. Going through my own cancer and losing my darling son Kevin to the same illness taught me so much. Today I cherish every minute I am on this planet, the good and the bad ones. I see the changing colours of the leaves, the beauty of our Devon sunsets ... so many small things that make up this a beautiful place ... I see it all so much more clearly than before. And I am so grateful that I survived. I had to watch as my son suffered and hear his last breath as he died in my arms and truly there is nothing worse that can ever happen to a parent. But, I know now that we can cope with so much more than we ever think we can and that at the end, as RATTER said, there is light and hope. We cope because we would be letting our children down if we didn't. We need to cope also so that we don't let ourselves down. We are far stronger than we think nox, we all are!!! You included XXX :o)