I had a cancer scare last year. My GP called to say he'd put me on a 14 day appointment list for suspected lung cancer.
Funny enough, while I wasn't concerned for myself, I was very keen to 'put my affairs in order'. We moved in 2016 and I had a few loans for various stuff we needed. All I really cared about was getting those sorted so Lady Byegad's future in the house was assured.
As it turned up it was an X-ray anomaly caused by a severe infection [8 month long in the end] and, while I'm still not 100%, and possibly never will be, I'm no longer worried my time might be up some time soon.