Hi Friends and anyone reading this.

My name is Lioux, I am 54 years young and have been diagnosed incurable, stage 4 cancer of the lung, liver and pancreas. To say this came as a shock would be an under-statement.

The timeline prognosis doesn't incorporate any kind of longevity; without treatment I have approximately three months. With treatment (Chemotherapy and Immunology), I have perhaps between six and twelve months. This has been hard to comprehend.

I have a thirty-four year old daughter, who is planning a family. Having my heart torn out with wooden BBQ tools would be less painful than the thought of not knowing her children.

I come from a long line of working class people. I'm no longer working, which is a truly alien concept for me.

Before I was signed off I spent over thirty years working in education, mostly with young people at risk of exclusion, or already permanently excluded from school, and support services for adults with learning differences.

After long consideration, conversations with friends and family, and research into chemotherapy, I've decided to not undergo the treatment.

Instead I would like to spend my remaining time travelling. I have friends in other countries that I would like to visit. I think this would be, if not more, then equally beneficial to my health than the treatments on offer, which sound gruelling to say the least.

I'm not scared of dying, but I am scared of misery, of being alive but feeling like death.

The countries I would like to visit are Mexico, Spain, France and Iceland. If you would like, and/or can afford, to buy me a coffee or beer in any of these places, I would be hugely grateful.

I intend to document my travels and experiences. You can find this at