So sorry to learn of your bad news.
Like everyone else I don't know what to say.
I know a man who is really my mates mate and found out a couple of months ago that he had terminal lung cancer. He doesn't live to far away so I called around just to see him (I had no idea what I could say to him but I thought at least I would be someone different to see for five minutes or so).
Turns out he was really pleased to see me (although we were never that close) as most of his mates hadn't bothered, they phoned him or sent him a text but never turned up on the doorstep like I had.
I could understand they also had no words either and probably thought it best to not to face him and feel awkward about things.
I've made a habit of calling around once a week ever since, just for ten minutes or so, and either let him tell me what he wants to or ask him in as normal a way as I can (no one wants to talk about death really do they?) about how he feels and supporting him (in words anyway) about his wish not to go into palliative care and die at home.
I guess we all face up to the inevitable in our own ways and you've got to go down the path that is right for you.
My father was in hospital waiting to be discharged to the hospice and I was visiting him when he had some sort of a seizure the nurses told me to wait outside while they dealt with him. They did what they had to do but told me that they had sedated him, that he was ok, but come back tomorrow, which I did.
When I saw him I asked him if he remembered what had happened, which he did and I asked him could he remember what he was thinking about - which may well have been his last breath for all he and I knew.
His answer touched me deeply then and still does, he said he was thinking about my mother and how she would cope.
Not a thought for himself nor any self pity either.
I rambling a bit because I don't know what else to say.
Maybe W C Fields (Bill to his friends) might give you a smile...
As the end approached, on that Christmas Day in 1946, an old writer-friend named Gene Fowler entered the hospital room and there was Fields, a self-admitted agnostic, thumbing through a Bible.
“What are you doing, Bill?” asked the incredulous Fowler.
“I’m looking for loopholes,” Fields whispered.
Stay strong Cajun the best you can.
I know you will.