Cancer Really, REALLY sucks

I just found out today that my old boss, Terry, recently found out he has pancreatic cancer. They gave him 6 months. It is not fair! He's older than me (63), and he used to smoke, but he quit a long time ago. He was the image of healthy. Now this. It seems like every day I am hearing about someone who has cancer. My small world has been effected by it so many times: my sister Sandy, my uncle Bernard, my Pastor John, my friends Nona and Linda. My co-worker, Kathy. And now Terry. It all just wears me out. If it has this effect on me, how can they make it through a day?