My daddy was diagnosed with small cell and had a ct of his head and his cancer has spread to his brain. He was given 2 to 3 weeks to live. We had him 3 months but he was so sick with radiation and chemo. He never had one symptom. He was going to back surgery and had a lung X-ray, and it went from there. He told us please make sure you ask for a chest X-ray and he hoped that they would be covered by insurance as preventive. He helped me through my breast cancer I had a double mastectomy. When he was sick I told him I felt guilty that In could have surgery to remove my cancer and he could not. He was not afraid to die he said , he said when I cross over I will be well. On the day he died we as a family where in a prayer circle and my brother read aloud psalm 23 , daddy favorite scripture. On the last word of the scripture he left this world.