Effing cancer is an effing effer, frankly
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Hi, he started off complaining it was a little difficult to grip things, little things like his zip not a cup or fork but then it progressed very quickly to not being able to put his finger and thumb together, finally he was unable to make a fist and for all intents his hand looked like a false hand just sat there out the end of his sleeve.
He was convinced it was just muscular as he's very active but went off to get it checked and its inoperable.
Took probably 3-4 weeks from the start.
He was convinced it was just muscular as he's very active but went off to get it checked and its inoperable.
Took probably 3-4 weeks from the start.
Sheets Tabuer said:
Hi, he started off complaining it was a little difficult to grip things, little things like his zip not a cup or fork but then it progressed very quickly to not being able to put his finger and thumb together, finally he was unable to make a fist and for all intents his hand looked like a false hand just sat there out the end of his sleeve.
He was convinced it was just muscular as he's very active but went off to get it checked and its inoperable.
Took probably 3-4 weeks from the start.
Ok tks for the detailsHe was convinced it was just muscular as he's very active but went off to get it checked and its inoperable.
Took probably 3-4 weeks from the start.
May I also ask his age ?
This may not be very relevant but it may clear something up for me so to speak
Having read a bit of this thread a while back and been made to feel like "its a bit dusty in here", plus both my parents having had and thankfully recovered from Cancer, I saw a Cancer Research thing asking for those who cycle to do 300 miles in September.
So I signed up, have done 100 miles since the start of the month, so some shameless self plugging if you fancy making a donation.
https://fundraise.cancerresearchuk.org/page/marks-...
Got utterly drenched, twice, today
So I signed up, have done 100 miles since the start of the month, so some shameless self plugging if you fancy making a donation.
https://fundraise.cancerresearchuk.org/page/marks-...
Got utterly drenched, twice, today
J4CKO said:
Having read a bit of this thread a while back and been made to feel like "its a bit dusty in here", plus both my parents having had and thankfully recovered from Cancer, I saw a Cancer Research thing asking for those who cycle to do 300 miles in September.
So I signed up, have done 100 miles since the start of the month, so some shameless self plugging if you fancy making a donation.
https://fundraise.cancerresearchuk.org/page/marks-...
Got utterly drenched, twice, today
Good work, as someone who's had 2 skin cancer removals it is a scary thing. I am deep into a 30 rides in 30 days challenge locally.So I signed up, have done 100 miles since the start of the month, so some shameless self plugging if you fancy making a donation.
https://fundraise.cancerresearchuk.org/page/marks-...
Got utterly drenched, twice, today
mcelliott said:
J4CKO said:
Having read a bit of this thread a while back and been made to feel like "its a bit dusty in here", plus both my parents having had and thankfully recovered from Cancer, I saw a Cancer Research thing asking for those who cycle to do 300 miles in September.
So I signed up, have done 100 miles since the start of the month, so some shameless self plugging if you fancy making a donation.
https://fundraise.cancerresearchuk.org/page/marks-...
Got utterly drenched, twice, today
Good work, as someone who's had 2 skin cancer removals it is a scary thing. I am deep into a 30 rides in 30 days challenge locally.So I signed up, have done 100 miles since the start of the month, so some shameless self plugging if you fancy making a donation.
https://fundraise.cancerresearchuk.org/page/marks-...
Got utterly drenched, twice, today
J4CKO said:
Cool, got snotted at today as well, came up behind another cyclist who launched a "Snot Rocket", felt for the guy as he was mortified and hadnt seen me, was so apologetic but he didnt hit me so all good.
Haha did that to a mate on a training ride last week, I think I tested 20 years of friendship!A few years back my sister was diagnosed with stage 4 ovarian which was also in the bowel.
was quite the shock as she was mid 30’s and led an extremely fitness focused lifestyle.
She had chemo and eventually an op which was successful.
Was told couple of weeks back that it was back and in another part of her bowel, although it seems It was kept from me, as was the case the first time round also.
She has been told by a few surgeons they will not operate, although one will and has told her to have a really good think about it, which she has decided to go ahead with it.
Im the kind of person who keeps their emotions to there self and doesn’t show as much affection as I feel I should, it’s difficult to find the right words to say to her.
was quite the shock as she was mid 30’s and led an extremely fitness focused lifestyle.
She had chemo and eventually an op which was successful.
Was told couple of weeks back that it was back and in another part of her bowel, although it seems It was kept from me, as was the case the first time round also.
She has been told by a few surgeons they will not operate, although one will and has told her to have a really good think about it, which she has decided to go ahead with it.
Im the kind of person who keeps their emotions to there self and doesn’t show as much affection as I feel I should, it’s difficult to find the right words to say to her.
We're on day 2.
My wife lost her job in June of last year, gave birth to our son in August then lost her mother to oesophogeal cancer in the most horrific, prolonged and cruel fashion a couple of months later.
She was diagnosed with Hodgkins lymphoma a month ago, determined last week as stage 2, following swiftly more apparent symptoms and started ABVD chemo yesterday. Likely 6 cycles / 12 rounds and possibly radio.
She's 34 and the little man is 13 months old.
2019, 2020 and very likely 2021 can all f
k off.
My wife lost her job in June of last year, gave birth to our son in August then lost her mother to oesophogeal cancer in the most horrific, prolonged and cruel fashion a couple of months later.
She was diagnosed with Hodgkins lymphoma a month ago, determined last week as stage 2, following swiftly more apparent symptoms and started ABVD chemo yesterday. Likely 6 cycles / 12 rounds and possibly radio.
She's 34 and the little man is 13 months old.
2019, 2020 and very likely 2021 can all f
k off.Sheets Tabuer said:
Friend of mine has had trouble making a fist, thought nothing of it until we nagged him to see the doc.
Tumour bigger than a tennis ball, been given 3 months
I know I'm quoting myself here but my mate lost his fight this morning. Just about 4 weeks after diagnosis. Thoroughly nice bloke and he will be missed.Tumour bigger than a tennis ball, been given 3 months
iphonedyou said:
We're on day 2.
My wife lost her job in June of last year, gave birth to our son in August then lost her mother to oesophogeal cancer in the most horrific, prolonged and cruel fashion a couple of months later.
She was diagnosed with Hodgkins lymphoma a month ago, determined last week as stage 2, following swiftly more apparent symptoms and started ABVD chemo yesterday. Likely 6 cycles / 12 rounds and possibly radio.
She's 34 and the little man is 13 months old.
2019, 2020 and very likely 2021 can all fk off.
Very sorry to hear all this. My wife lost her job in June of last year, gave birth to our son in August then lost her mother to oesophogeal cancer in the most horrific, prolonged and cruel fashion a couple of months later.
She was diagnosed with Hodgkins lymphoma a month ago, determined last week as stage 2, following swiftly more apparent symptoms and started ABVD chemo yesterday. Likely 6 cycles / 12 rounds and possibly radio.
She's 34 and the little man is 13 months old.
2019, 2020 and very likely 2021 can all f
k off.Obviously feel free to post on here for others help and advice or even if it’s just to sound off .
Best wishes
Bad news in recent posts. Sorry to hear it. Especially iphonedyou. I know of two female acquaintances who were in their 30s when cancer diagnoses - one in full remission for more than 10 years and another still doing okay after 8 years.
Checked in on the thread as my mum is nearing the end. She beat her leukemia 8 years ago and generally enjoyed the best part of a decade in reasonable health but it's tough seeing her so weak and still wanting to recover now it's changed and comeback. fking cancer.
Checked in on the thread as my mum is nearing the end. She beat her leukemia 8 years ago and generally enjoyed the best part of a decade in reasonable health but it's tough seeing her so weak and still wanting to recover now it's changed and comeback. f
king cancer.Sad to say my Mum passed away yesterday morning, peacefully and at home with my Dad by her side.
We are heartbroken and numb right now, as you'd imagine, but a blessing in so many regards that she passed without pain after just over two years battling with terminal cancer, and that she was able to remain at home throughout, as per her wishes. She finally looks so peaceful and at rest.
For anyone worried about the end (I was; didn't know what to expect; was terrified she'd suffer) I can only say that the care she received kept her comfortable, pain-free and dignified to the end. In a miracle of nature her body stopped her from wanting to eat or drink towards the end, and allowed her to slip slowly away.
Born in 1943 she never moved far and lived her adult married life in a tiny Derbyshire village, a stone's throw from where she was born. A village she's always felt blessed to call home. Over the past two years she didn't get out to the extent she used to, but loved reports from Dad on who he'd seen on his wander round the village, and in finer weather she loved sitting in the garage (!) watching the world go by! And given how peaceful and quiet the village is (particularly given what's going on in the world) this more often than not entailed eyeballing a horse (at best) or pigeon (at worst!) until she felt satisfied to move back inside!!!
I could share many more wonderful stories about my Mum who never held her tongue, or suffered fools, but who made many a great friend whilst she listened to their problems and offered sage advice.
But actually I'd like this post to be about the many, many kind and compassionate people who became part of our life over the past two years. The cabbies who ignored the rules to get her as close to where she needed to be, the hospital porters who ferried us from place to place, the kind radiographer who gave her own jumper to Mum to soften the hard-backed seat she had to wait sitting on, the blood clinic that forever cheekily queue-jumped her, the pharmacists who took the extra time to help explain the many recipes and concoctions of drugs, the MRI technicians who eased my Mum's fears of being slid into that scary tube, the Doctors who showed a warmth and compassion despite seeing it all before, and all the Macmillan and other staff I've forgotten about that continued to treat Mum as the Mother, Wife and Woman she remained throughout. And to all the palliative carers and support staff that never hurried things along, and always had time to help. And glueing it all together, going above and beyond, a huge, huge thank you to the team of district nurses that cut through red tape and forms, made calls left, right and centre to give Mum (and us) the most amazing support. Thank you one and all. Thank you NHS. An amazing army of care and support 💗❤️💗
We are heartbroken and numb right now, as you'd imagine, but a blessing in so many regards that she passed without pain after just over two years battling with terminal cancer, and that she was able to remain at home throughout, as per her wishes. She finally looks so peaceful and at rest.
For anyone worried about the end (I was; didn't know what to expect; was terrified she'd suffer) I can only say that the care she received kept her comfortable, pain-free and dignified to the end. In a miracle of nature her body stopped her from wanting to eat or drink towards the end, and allowed her to slip slowly away.
Born in 1943 she never moved far and lived her adult married life in a tiny Derbyshire village, a stone's throw from where she was born. A village she's always felt blessed to call home. Over the past two years she didn't get out to the extent she used to, but loved reports from Dad on who he'd seen on his wander round the village, and in finer weather she loved sitting in the garage (!) watching the world go by! And given how peaceful and quiet the village is (particularly given what's going on in the world) this more often than not entailed eyeballing a horse (at best) or pigeon (at worst!) until she felt satisfied to move back inside!!!
I could share many more wonderful stories about my Mum who never held her tongue, or suffered fools, but who made many a great friend whilst she listened to their problems and offered sage advice.
But actually I'd like this post to be about the many, many kind and compassionate people who became part of our life over the past two years. The cabbies who ignored the rules to get her as close to where she needed to be, the hospital porters who ferried us from place to place, the kind radiographer who gave her own jumper to Mum to soften the hard-backed seat she had to wait sitting on, the blood clinic that forever cheekily queue-jumped her, the pharmacists who took the extra time to help explain the many recipes and concoctions of drugs, the MRI technicians who eased my Mum's fears of being slid into that scary tube, the Doctors who showed a warmth and compassion despite seeing it all before, and all the Macmillan and other staff I've forgotten about that continued to treat Mum as the Mother, Wife and Woman she remained throughout. And to all the palliative carers and support staff that never hurried things along, and always had time to help. And glueing it all together, going above and beyond, a huge, huge thank you to the team of district nurses that cut through red tape and forms, made calls left, right and centre to give Mum (and us) the most amazing support. Thank you one and all. Thank you NHS. An amazing army of care and support 💗❤️💗
NewNameNeeded said:
Sad to say my Mum passed away yesterday morning, peacefully and at home with my Dad by her side.
We are heartbroken and numb right now, as you'd imagine, but a blessing in so many regards that she passed without pain after just over two years battling with terminal cancer, and that she was able to remain at home throughout, as per her wishes. She finally looks so peaceful and at rest.
It is desperately sad. a release to see them pain free and gone, but they will never be forgotten, ever. you wrote a nice piece, she brought you up well.We are heartbroken and numb right now, as you'd imagine, but a blessing in so many regards that she passed without pain after just over two years battling with terminal cancer, and that she was able to remain at home throughout, as per her wishes. She finally looks so peaceful and at rest.
ruggedscotty said:
NewNameNeeded said:
Sad to say my Mum passed away yesterday morning, peacefully and at home with my Dad by her side.
We are heartbroken and numb right now, as you'd imagine, but a blessing in so many regards that she passed without pain after just over two years battling with terminal cancer, and that she was able to remain at home throughout, as per her wishes. She finally looks so peaceful and at rest.
It is desperately sad. a release to see them pain free and gone, but they will never be forgotten, ever. you wrote a nice piece, she brought you up well.We are heartbroken and numb right now, as you'd imagine, but a blessing in so many regards that she passed without pain after just over two years battling with terminal cancer, and that she was able to remain at home throughout, as per her wishes. She finally looks so peaceful and at rest.
You can tell quality from a mile away.
I am sorry for your loss, have been in your shoes...the pain doesn’t go away, and neither should it completely, but the good memories come to the fore.
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