Pancreatic cancer also takes people very quickly. A neighbor we had years ago died in six weeks after her diagnosis and that was considered rather typical.
The saddest pancreatic cancer case I ever heard of was not about the actual victim but his wife:
In 1992, Gary and Amy Federici (she was 26 years old) married. They were, by all accounts, incredibly happy. A few weeks after the wedding, Gary discovered he had pancreatic cancer. Twelve weeks later he was dead.
Amy moved because she couldn’t bear to be in the house she shared with her late husband and started a new job working behind the scenes at MTV. A little more than a year after her husband’s death, she felt like she was beginning to live again.
On Dec. 7, 1993, Amy Federici was shot in the neck by the anti-white killer Colin Ferguson in the Long Island Rail Road Massacre. She died. She was literally a mile-and-a-half away from arriving at her home station. She was 27 years old.
The only silver lining was this: http://www.nytimes.com/1995/01/25/nyregion/death-that-gave-life-others-parents-lirr-shooting-victim-donated-her-organs.html?pagewanted=all
I never knew Amy Federici. I never met her. But 24 years after her murder I still think of her every now and then for some reason.
I do the same, but one of my little "mental hobbies" is keeping alive the memory of Helen Hagnes Mintiks, the lovely violinist who was sexually assaulted and murdered while she was taking a rehearsal break at the Met back in 1980; at the time I was living in the NYC region, and her case was all over the news.
Likewise with the memory of Holly Maddux, another beautiful woman murdered by a scumbag; in Holly's case, the scumbag was Earth Day creator and promoter Ira Einhorn. Holly's life ended 9 September 1977, less than six years after every kid (except me) in my high school walked to school to observe the phony event her murderer invented.