I, too was told that I had 30 days, 60 at the most to live. That was about a month ago and it definitely threw me into a tailspin. Since that time I've lost nothing but my hair, my strength is returning with the chemotherapy, I have zero pain and continue my daily activities much as I did a year ago before I was sick. Doctors don't know when we will die, that's God's business and I think they are wrong to predict what they don't control. My treatment, while adequate reflected the doctor's feeling that he was working on a lost cause. I've changed Oncologists and found that my staging was completely inadequate - no bone scan or brain MRI was done. In addition my husband, who was present during these pronouncements of my fate, has pretty much decided that I'm going to die any day now - doesn't set the stage for a great support system to fight the disease, he's too busy planning for his life once I'm gone.
Having said all that, I am glad to know that my time is limited (30 days or 30 years) because I've never lived better or happier than I have since my diagnosis two months ago.