On 8/11/20, we lost our dearly beloved Dad and much loved Grandad to pancreatic cancer, just 3 1/2 months after diagnosis. Our story is all too common, Dad lived a fit and healthy lifestyle, and was just 67 when we lost him. In 2019 he visited the GP due to sudden onset of diabetes, which he was advised to manage with his already good diet. Some months later he started experiencing back pain. Even though both of these are symptoms of pancreatic cancer, the GP never considered this, and he was given the all clear and told to go and enjoy his retirement. From February onwards, throughout pandemic he was not seen and was receiving online physio for his back pain which was becoming debilitating. He finally saw a GP in July, and was told to prepare for the worst. He was diagnosed with stage 4 pancreatic cancer, spread to the liver and nymph nodes; like most Pancreatic cancer patients who go miss-diagnosed before it is too late. The prognosis was bleak, but he was deemed fit enough for chemo, we all knew it was a race against time with this cancer. We knew it was all happening too slowly, and 2 months later, 2 days before he was finally due to start treatment, alone is hospital, he was indeed told they had been too slow and treatment was no longer an option and he would not see Christmas. He came home to see out his days. We did all we could to make him comfortable at home while this awful disease ripped through his body causing immeasurable pain to the end. We gave Dad our word that we would raise awareness and funds to stop other people going through this hell, and receive earlier diagnosis and the chance of treatment. He was an avid walker, so we will be clocking up the miles, and walking the hills we once did with him, as we promised him we would. Nothing has changed in 40 years for this awful cancer, now has to be the time!