****, bollocks, shit. Awful news.
Also sadly very similar to the situation my dad found himself in late last year. He kept going until the end though the hard bastard, cycled up the Long Mynd just before diagnosis of stage IV small cell alveolar cancer (he did complain a bit though, I thought he was just unfit *hollow laugh*), and was in the pits of an MTB race a week before passing away, and even mustered up the energy to shout at a commissare for not letting him bring a chair in. Not quite sure what my point is, I tend to ramble a bit when I’m upset.
Thinking of you Jenn, and remember the MTB community is too.