My husband passed away almost two years ago after a hard year long battle with CA. We used to joke about his wt loss. (78lbs) I told him I was not happy when his butt was littler that mine but when his weight dropped below me I was PO'd. We all miss him terribly but he never stopped being a friend and husband or family member. We went every day to treatments and them to the local coffee shop to meet friends. Now I take it one day at a time. Some days nothing gets done but it is always there to do the next day. I figure I can never die because there is too much to do yet.