I am among them. I was diagnosed in the winter of 2013. It was shattering. Gradually, after the why me's and the tear-drenched denials and the desperate attempts to negotiate, after all the woe-is-me's, I made my peace and decided I could curl up over in the corner in the fetal position and wait to die. Or, I could get really angry and get up on my hind legs and kick the living snot out of this thing that is undefeated, with no known cure.