Sorry to hear about your family members having to fight the same battle. I have some advice for what it is worth for them which is to try to keep a really positive attitude. I believe that a great attitude about it is really a large part of the fight, kind of like, you are what you eat? you are what you think. I know some people will say it because they don't know what else to say to someone like us, but, with me saying it, I really am serious about it much more than I could ever express. I have seen first hand dire consequences of those who think they won't make it, and those on the other hand, who are a stage 4, like me, who just live with it every day, and life just goes on and on. Sometimes, it rears its ugly head and it got to be whacked again, but, you whack it and you move on. I got things to do. I swore I would give up counting the number of times I have relapsed with this but, it is like an addiction, lol, I can't! This will make #6. What is odd is the fact that I never (and thankfully) look sick. Only once, I did... once. My weight dropped to 88 lbs and I looked too skinny. But, otherwise, my friend in NZ swears I could win a Mrs. America contest. I really do advise people as crazy as this may sound, but, try to have a light heart about it, tell your family members, to fight this problem like hell for it is worth it, (I had been in remission for 5 years) and tell them not to let others get them down. I have met my share of morons in life. Once I accepted a date for dinner with a man I met through work, a broker, and during dinner he asked what I had been doing. Well, I am honest, I said, I just finished chemo. I laugh now, lol, at my stupidity. I don't date well, lol. Well, you would had thought I said, I was an alien from outer space. He told me that I should had told him, before I accepted the date that I had cancer. When I asked why, he said, well, I wouldn't had asked you out. Yeah, that hurt. But, I got up, took a twenty dollar bill out of my purse, laid it on the table, and said, what I thought of him, and warned him what happened to me, could easily happen to you... Then, I thought when I paid for the cab home, wow! Am I stupid. Just like Mark said, no commonsense, I should had ordered a great desert, more wine, a better steak, and then... told him, when he drove me home, what a moron he was. So, with or without the illness I live with, I keep as best a positive attitude and a funny one as possible. Laughter if healing and being silly, is even better. Once, only once, you need to walk in my shoes to appreciate just how grounded and smart, I am. I just don't need to flaunt it. Ian has some good points. Once in a while. I haven't seen it lately, lol.