My dad died of PC. I watched a jacked 36 year old man 6’3” and 230 ish lbs of muscle wither away into a jaundiced, fragile man of half that weight in 6 months. He died at home surrounded my myself, my younger sister and my mom. I think about that day every day. I’m only 3 years away from being his age when he passed and I’m paranoid. I’m sober now but I had serious alcohol issues in my 20’s and ended up in the hospital 3 times with acute pancreatitis. I’m really nervous and really regretful about the poor decisions I made when I was younger.