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My mother died 14 years ago, aged 53, of ovarian cancer. She had been diagnosed five years before ... but to be truthful the cancer had probably been there since her early forties, when she was a similar age to me. For a year or two they had said she was peri-menopausal and by the time they realised the real problem, and operated, the tumour was the size of a melon.I wore a pillar box red jacket to my mother’s funeral. I wasn’t being disrespectful. My mother didn’t like black. I don’t remember her ever wearing anything black. Black doesn’t suit me ... and it probably didn’t suit her. She liked red ... she liked the red jacket ... so I wore that.I remember the cortege pulling up outside the crematorium, and as I opened the car door and climb out I heard someone say “There’s Sylvie”. It was odd thing for someone to say. Sylvia was my mother. Obviously, they weren’t talking about her ... they were referring to me... and how much I looked like her.I must admit ... click here
Black I hate black it is what it is Black nothing.You see I believe in death being a celebration of ones life. The last Colour I would wear is Black or would want anyone at my funeral to wear would be Black.
Its a miserable colour the colour it self is in my opinion is associated with evil. So when I kick the Bucket anyone who comes to see me leave the face of this earth. DONT WEAR BLACK or I,ll be
Back.So there ye go.!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
Take care and be safe Big Hugs Love Sarsfield.xxx
Hi Paula, I have discovered since I was diagnosed with breast cancer that my great gran and two of her sisters died from the disease, but apparently this isn't seen as a close family connection so they won't do any testing.
Since I was diagnosed in 2003 at the age of 37 my cousin on my mum's side (it was her gran and aunts who also had the disease)
was also diagnosed at the same age.
Macmillan were doing a questionnaire online which I filled in and they replied saying that there is a strong genetic link, but the docs don't see this as it was my great gran and aunts who had the disease. It would have to have been my gran and aunts apparently.
I would love to be tested to see if I carry the gene and perhaps prevent the cancer returning, so guess I will have to fight for this. One doctor at the hospital insisted I see my GP to have this done, so it feels as if they are passing the buck.
Best wishes, Christine xx
hey sarsfield....can i come dressed in my bob marley rasta wig and my bob marley hat ?
only your NOT going anywere for years yet..its just not allowed....
like you when i kick de bucket its no black and no weeping and wailing or il jump out my box and kick everyones ar-e.....
i am sooo gonna haunt anyone who doesnt go on and smile, laugh , have fun, and live FOR ME !
but touch wood im gonna be here with you sarfield for years to come...
You can come dressed who you like as long as you dont wear Black.
Anyway your DEAD right im going to live until Im 100. and not a day more.
I wonder what life would be like without the likes of you and me. Not much Fun. Eh !!!!!!!!!!!!!!
Take care Pal. Jackie.
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