Effing cancer is an effing effer, frankly
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My wife's best friend (they've known each other for several decades) has recently been diagnosed with aggressive Non-Hodgkin's Lymphoma type C (apparently) though type C isn't mentioned on the Macmillan webpage. We're waiting for more news but her friend doesn't want to see anyone at the moment so it's difficult to gauge just how bad the situation is.
singlecoil said:
My wife's best friend (they've known each other for several decades) has recently been diagnosed with aggressive Non-Hodgkin's Lymphoma type C (apparently) though type C isn't mentioned on the Macmillan webpage. We're waiting for more news but her friend doesn't want to see anyone at the moment so it's difficult to gauge just how bad the situation is.
It is hard when this happens but you just have to hope your wife's friend will approach her soon. My friend cut herself off for a little while when she found out how much it had spread. I just sent her a couple of messages, saying I was there when she was ready talk and a few days later I just sent a message re one of my children (she loved knowing about them) and then she replied.
I hope her friend recovers.
singlecoil said:
My wife's best friend (they've known each other for several decades) has recently been diagnosed with aggressive Non-Hodgkin's Lymphoma type C (apparently) though type C isn't mentioned on the Macmillan webpage. We're waiting for more news but her friend doesn't want to see anyone at the moment so it's difficult to gauge just how bad the situation is.
Each time I have been diagnosed with cancer, I go to ground for about a week until I can get my head around things. Then I surface to go forward and deal with the treatment and everything else that goes with cancer. Texts are a wonderful way to keep in touch as they can be read and replied to at anytime.Good luck to everyone dealing with the evil that is cancer.
So it turns out my mum does have cancer which is a bit of a pisser to say the least. They are doing surgery to remove it followed by radiotherapy and then depending on what the analysis shows maybe chemo as well. Although the doctor seemed hopeful that chemo might be avoided.
It is nearly a 4 week wait until the surgery date which seems like an awfully long time?
I'm swinging between looking at the optimistic prognostic statistics and feeling reasonably OK.....and the next moment running through all the worst case what if scenarios. f
k fk
sorry just needed to vent.
It is nearly a 4 week wait until the surgery date which seems like an awfully long time?
I'm swinging between looking at the optimistic prognostic statistics and feeling reasonably OK.....and the next moment running through all the worst case what if scenarios. f
k fksorry just needed to vent.
VolvoT5 said:
So it turns out my mum does have cancer which is a bit of a pisser to say the least. They are doing surgery to remove it followed by radiotherapy and then depending on what the analysis shows maybe chemo as well. Although the doctor seemed hopeful that chemo might be avoided.
It is nearly a 4 week wait until the surgery date which seems like an awfully long time?
I'm swinging between looking at the optimistic prognostic statistics and feeling reasonably OK.....and the next moment running through all the worst case what if scenarios. fk fk
sorry just needed to vent.
That's rotten news. It is nearly a 4 week wait until the surgery date which seems like an awfully long time?
I'm swinging between looking at the optimistic prognostic statistics and feeling reasonably OK.....and the next moment running through all the worst case what if scenarios. f
k fksorry just needed to vent.
Don't be too downhearted, it is far from the worst variety of the disease. My Mum was diagnosed with it in 1965 and had a radical mastectomy and no other treatment at all and she lived for nine more years. These days the treatments are so much more effective than even ten years ago let alone forty or fifty and survival rates are often in decades. An old aunt of my wife's had it twice, had a double mastectomy and lived in to her nineties. Try to be positive for her, and also try to encourage her to be positive too. It really does help recovery to avoid moping.Edited by motco on Thursday 22 September 18:33
Oh fk... Read this morning that a friend's wife has died after a three and a half year battle with cancer. They retired to France around 15 years ago and were having such a wonderful life, twice becoming grandparents and really enjoying themeselves. I'd lost touch for a while and didn't even know she was ill so this evening, please raise your glasses to Sylvi and to her husband, Tim.
k... Read this morning that a friend's wife has died after a three and a half year battle with cancer. They retired to France around 15 years ago and were having such a wonderful life, twice becoming grandparents and really enjoying themeselves. I'd lost touch for a while and didn't even know she was ill so this evening, please raise your glasses to Sylvi and to her husband, Tim.As I posted a few weeks ago my lovely wife Gill succumbed to this vile illness, and now after three months we are getting slowly back to normal, it's still very hard, Gills older sister has a daughter who's just been diagnosed with stage 4 throat cancer, and the prognosis isn't brilliant, just when you think you're seeing the light at the end of the tunnel cancer sts on you again.
ts on you again.tdm34 said:
As I posted a few weeks ago my lovely wife Gill succumbed to this vile illness, and now after three months we are getting slowly back to normal, it's still very hard, Gills older sister has a daughter who's just been diagnosed with stage 4 throat cancer, and the prognosis isn't brilliant, just when you think you're seeing the light at the end of the tunnel cancer sts on you again.
It shows no mercy.ts on you again.tdm34 said:
As I posted a few weeks ago my lovely wife Gill succumbed to this vile illness, and now after three months we are getting slowly back to normal, it's still very hard, Gills older sister has a daughter who's just been diagnosed with stage 4 throat cancer, and the prognosis isn't brilliant, just when you think you're seeing the light at the end of the tunnel cancer sts on you again.
Life really is ****. So sorry to hear.ts on you again.Putting nappies on my doubly-incontinent Dad was an eye-opener tonight. Not our greatest father-son moment, but at least he knows fk all about what's going on. The end is, surely, near.
So to repeat, probably, what has already been said: You, Cancer, fk off. And when you get there, fk off from there too. Then fk off some more. Keep fking off until you get back here. Then fk off again.
ETA Forgot I posted this. Burying my Dad this Friday. Fortunately the end was quick. From arguing with my Mum in Tesco on Friday, because the keypad wasn't recognising his PIN (actually he was just mashing the keys because his brain was failing) to getting a hospital bed setup at home on Sunday, a drug pump fitted on Monday (for the morphine and assorted sedatives) to passing on Wednesday very early morning in his sleep. Obviously not what any of us wanted, but I think the best situation it could've been. Gutted.
k all about what's going on. The end is, surely, near.So to repeat, probably, what has already been said: You, Cancer, f
k off. And when you get there, fk off from there too. Then fk off some more. Keep fking off until you get back here. Then fk off again.ETA Forgot I posted this. Burying my Dad this Friday. Fortunately the end was quick. From arguing with my Mum in Tesco on Friday, because the keypad wasn't recognising his PIN (actually he was just mashing the keys because his brain was failing) to getting a hospital bed setup at home on Sunday, a drug pump fitted on Monday (for the morphine and assorted sedatives) to passing on Wednesday very early morning in his sleep. Obviously not what any of us wanted, but I think the best situation it could've been. Gutted.
Edited by bigandclever on Wednesday 12th October 16:54
Have taken a while to write this. Got back from seeing Mum a week or so ago - it was a hectic trip, but so worth the while. First time back in the UK for 6 years, though last saw Mum over here back in Feb.
A combination of the illness and the chemo had put 10 years on her in just 8 months. Astonishing to see. That, combined with the difficulty in moving and general sense of being uncomfortable made it hard to believe it was the same person I'd seen only a few months earlier. So glad I made the trip, and have planned another already.
I had timed the trip to be there for her second chemo session, and we had a joyous 10 hours at the BRI. The nurses there are all fantastic, and couldn't be more helpful. And they reacted quickly when the Mum had a reaction to one of the drugs. All good in the end, but meant a loooooong day.
I felt a bit like I was looking after one of my kids, and made all her meals, tidied up, cleaned, sorted out the car and other bits that she would just not do. Also arranged a cleaner to come in. Making sure she drinks the required fluids, eats well, and gets to bed for rest.
And I made sure all of her friends were thanked and given a small gift. They do it because they're friends, and I'm very grateful to them. I have no idea how this would play out without those people, and makes me wonder how others manage with those who are much younger. I just hit a blank thinking about it.
But now we're waiting for the consultant's review after the third treatment. This will come around the start of Nov, and that tells us what's next. Mum cannot see past this time, and I really do understand. She has shown lots of signs of the treatment working to date, so there is a sense of positivity tempered by general grouchiness, which is probably how it should be!
Reading this back, even over a week since I got back, my thoughts are still a jumble. Its still a lot for me to take in, from a distance, whilst looking after my own family. That's not excusing anything, that's just context. But regular contact is now much easier, and we've a good routine.
Anyway, as plenty of others have said, much more eloquently than I could ever manage, just fk off, cancer. And then fk off a bit more. That's it, keep going, you fker!
A combination of the illness and the chemo had put 10 years on her in just 8 months. Astonishing to see. That, combined with the difficulty in moving and general sense of being uncomfortable made it hard to believe it was the same person I'd seen only a few months earlier. So glad I made the trip, and have planned another already.
I had timed the trip to be there for her second chemo session, and we had a joyous 10 hours at the BRI. The nurses there are all fantastic, and couldn't be more helpful. And they reacted quickly when the Mum had a reaction to one of the drugs. All good in the end, but meant a loooooong day.
I felt a bit like I was looking after one of my kids, and made all her meals, tidied up, cleaned, sorted out the car and other bits that she would just not do. Also arranged a cleaner to come in. Making sure she drinks the required fluids, eats well, and gets to bed for rest.
And I made sure all of her friends were thanked and given a small gift. They do it because they're friends, and I'm very grateful to them. I have no idea how this would play out without those people, and makes me wonder how others manage with those who are much younger. I just hit a blank thinking about it.
But now we're waiting for the consultant's review after the third treatment. This will come around the start of Nov, and that tells us what's next. Mum cannot see past this time, and I really do understand. She has shown lots of signs of the treatment working to date, so there is a sense of positivity tempered by general grouchiness, which is probably how it should be!
Reading this back, even over a week since I got back, my thoughts are still a jumble. Its still a lot for me to take in, from a distance, whilst looking after my own family. That's not excusing anything, that's just context. But regular contact is now much easier, and we've a good routine.
Anyway, as plenty of others have said, much more eloquently than I could ever manage, just f
k off, cancer. And then fk off a bit more. That's it, keep going, you fker!This such a vile disease. It shows no mercy at all.
I am now into the 12th month of seeing my husband slowly dying of esophageal cancer. They gave him 3 to 6 months when it was first diagnosed, so he has done well and continues to fight this terrible illness. He has good days and bad days but the good days are getting less and less.
Our lives now revolve around the drugs he has to take (morphine mainly) and timing things to fit around when he will be groggy from the side effects.
It is so hard to watch and is breaking my heart. Some days I feel that I cant cope with it any more but I am having to be strong for him.
So sorry to hear all the other stories on here.
fk off cancer and don't bother coming back.
I am now into the 12th month of seeing my husband slowly dying of esophageal cancer. They gave him 3 to 6 months when it was first diagnosed, so he has done well and continues to fight this terrible illness. He has good days and bad days but the good days are getting less and less.
Our lives now revolve around the drugs he has to take (morphine mainly) and timing things to fit around when he will be groggy from the side effects.
It is so hard to watch and is breaking my heart. Some days I feel that I cant cope with it any more but I am having to be strong for him.
So sorry to hear all the other stories on here.
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k off cancer and don't bother coming back.You've got hope that one day we'll be free of this nasty horrible disease just in the same way we no longer have small pox.
This Friday is the funeral of my wife's sister's partner, he was only 41, diagnosed with bowel cancer just over a year ago, surgery not an option so the only hope came from chemotherapy and medicine. Unfortunately it didn't work He died in his sleep on Sunday 2nd October. Quite remarkable that he seemed healthy up until a few months ago. Prior to diagnosis he was regularly doing triathlons and even did an IronMan a while back. One of life's nice blokes, always happy to chat about whatever, I'd been out for a beer with him several times and always had a good evening, he even came on my stag do. Leaves behind his partner of ten years to rebuild her life, they were never able to have kids, not sure if that was actually a positive thing in retrospect as I'm not sure she'd cope now but then on the flip side it would give you some focus I guess.
Same flipping thing took my Dad away from me too early, he was only 74, had had a close call with oesophageal cancer a few years previously which they luckily identified during a routine examination, massive surgery to sort that, but having come to terms with that one then got diagnosed with the bowel cancer. Again removed but it was too late as it had spread, he tried chemotherapy but was too weak to deal with it Over four years ago but I still haven't really come to terms with it, luckily he met my eldest though he won't remember it as he was too young but it saddens me that he can't see my kids growing up or meet my baby daughter. He wasn't the person I knew when he died, just an extremely frail old man was left in his place eaten away by this horrific disease.
So as per this thread fking cancer is a fking fker and can fking do one please. Lets hope with all the things we managed to do as humankind that one day we'll sort this problem too.
This Friday is the funeral of my wife's sister's partner, he was only 41, diagnosed with bowel cancer just over a year ago, surgery not an option so the only hope came from chemotherapy and medicine. Unfortunately it didn't work
He died in his sleep on Sunday 2nd October. Quite remarkable that he seemed healthy up until a few months ago. Prior to diagnosis he was regularly doing triathlons and even did an IronMan a while back. One of life's nice blokes, always happy to chat about whatever, I'd been out for a beer with him several times and always had a good evening, he even came on my stag do. Leaves behind his partner of ten years to rebuild her life, they were never able to have kids, not sure if that was actually a positive thing in retrospect as I'm not sure she'd cope now but then on the flip side it would give you some focus I guess.Same flipping thing took my Dad away from me too early, he was only 74, had had a close call with oesophageal cancer a few years previously which they luckily identified during a routine examination, massive surgery to sort that, but having come to terms with that one then got diagnosed with the bowel cancer. Again removed but it was too late as it had spread, he tried chemotherapy but was too weak to deal with it
Over four years ago but I still haven't really come to terms with it, luckily he met my eldest though he won't remember it as he was too young but it saddens me that he can't see my kids growing up or meet my baby daughter. He wasn't the person I knew when he died, just an extremely frail old man was left in his place eaten away by this horrific disease.So as per this thread f
king cancer is a fking fker and can fking do one please. Lets hope with all the things we managed to do as humankind that one day we'll sort this problem too.A slightly more upbeat thing happened yesterday, I received notification that Gills Memorial bench had been fitted on West Cliff at Whitby, so I decided on a PH style ride out, set out at 6pm and got back for 11pm, 255 miles in 5 hours including a 45 minute stop in Whitby to be at one with Gill and a bite to eat....
Gill loved Whitby, Motorbikes and Fish and Chips from the Magpie
Gill loved Whitby, Motorbikes and Fish and Chips from the Magpie
I haven't posted for a couple of weeks. He has had a fairly good couple of weeks and we have been out quite a bit in the good weather. I realise it is only temporary but making the best of it while we can. We are going along to the Sunday Service tomorrow at Silverstone and Dave is really looking forward to seeing all the cars.
fk off cancer, you wont stop us enjoying ourselves tomorrow
Jenny
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k off cancer, you wont stop us enjoying ourselves tomorrow Jenny
Ok.... Not posted on this thread before, but now it's my turn.My dad had his first bout of chemo this week for his Lymphoma, and came out of hospital this morning just as my mum was collapsing from the pain of her untreatable terminal bowel and liver cancer. fking hell you of a disease give two decent people a fking break will you ?????
king hell you of a disease give two decent people a fking break will you ?????My old man has gallbladder cancer which has spread to his liver, doctors stopped the chemo as it wasn't working as far as I'm aware and have passed him on to McMillan, he has lost lots of weight and recently has been sleeping a lot more, went to see him today and my mum was a mess as he hasn't been eating the last 2 days and can't get out of bed, and doesn't want too see anyone, my mum had to cancel 2 sets of visitors who were meant to be coming to see him.
I guess now his body is shutting down if he's not eating, it's hard to see him like this, and it's hard to see him and try to talk to him when he is tired and irritable, I just want to know how long he's got and it's hard to gauge how much and when to visit him, as I want to be there when he goes.
I guess now his body is shutting down if he's not eating, it's hard to see him like this, and it's hard to see him and try to talk to him when he is tired and irritable, I just want to know how long he's got and it's hard to gauge how much and when to visit him, as I want to be there when he goes.
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