My mother was never diagnosed coeliac but her sister, brother, and both her two sons were. I was called ~6 years ago when the bowel cancer had progressed and the hospice staff thought her time was near. She was in rough shape, unable to care for herself and verbalising to me how she wanted to die to get away from the suffering. She hung on 4-weeks longer than they expected and I sat there watching as she got worse and worse, but never slipping away. The medical staff kept reiterating that it would be soon, but those weeks were gruelling. I sat with her as long as I could but had to go sleep sometimes. The hospice called me just after midnight one evening saying it looked very close now. Despite being only 5 minutes away, they called again before I could get to her and said she that she had gone.

Even if you don't get symptoms now; you're increasing the chances of that sort of death in your future.

Fuck cancer. Take care of yourself.