Hi. I’ve read many of these posts and feel for everyone going through this last bit. I have been amazed at the strength shown by this community, and didn’t feel I could write anything that would add to it. But, for the first time, I feel I have to share my feelings with a community that will understand. Briefly, diagnosed with IPF in 2018, lung cancer in 2019, had chemo and radiotherapy and beat it. Until it’s return in 2020. Oncologist and I discussed options and found none. On oxygen constantly now.  So now it’s just a waiting game. I haven’t had anymore scans because I don’t want to know. It’s growing but I don’t want it to define me. Stupid? Probably. I still haven’t told a lot of people, I hate the sympathetic and pitying looks. I am only now getting some pain, and find it extremely difficult to get out of the house. It’s been over a month now. I am angry with my body and the limitations it has placed on me. I am so grateful for the wonderful and caring people I have met while on this journey. And even more grateful for my family.  I am writing this on one of the days the despondency has attacked, it will go, as it usually does. I have learned much about myself and even though I want to live, part of me just wishes it was over. Thanks for listening. I think you are all bloody amazing. ... View more