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<?xml-stylesheet type="text/xsl" href="https://community.macmillan.org.uk/cfs-file/__key/system/syndication/atom.xsl" media="screen"?><feed xmlns="http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom" xml:lang="en-US"><title type="html">Caliman</title><subtitle type="html" /><id>https://community.macmillan.org.uk/cancer-blogs/b/caliman/atom</id><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="https://community.macmillan.org.uk/cancer-blogs/b/caliman" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="https://community.macmillan.org.uk/cancer-blogs/b/caliman/atom" /><generator uri="http://telligent.com" version="12.1.2.21912">Telligent Community (Build: 12.1.2.21912)</generator><updated>2009-10-14T23:16:45Z</updated><entry><title>Forever and Ever Babe!</title><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="https://community.macmillan.org.uk/cancer-blogs/b/caliman/posts/forever-and-ever-babe" /><id>https://community.macmillan.org.uk/cancer-blogs/b/caliman/posts/forever-and-ever-babe</id><published>2009-10-20T19:58:23Z</published><updated>2009-10-20T19:58:23Z</updated><content type="html">&lt;p&gt;Just this second found out that my mum has passed away, however she went in the nicest way possible! Love u 4eva!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="clear:both;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img src="https://community.macmillan.org.uk/aggbug?PostID=263652&amp;AppID=30030&amp;AppType=Weblog&amp;ContentType=0" width="1" height="1"&gt;</content><author><name>Former Member</name><uri>https://community.macmillan.org.uk/members/formermember</uri></author></entry><entry><title>Do Anything For My Mum!</title><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="https://community.macmillan.org.uk/cancer-blogs/b/caliman/posts/do-anything-for-my-mum" /><id>https://community.macmillan.org.uk/cancer-blogs/b/caliman/posts/do-anything-for-my-mum</id><published>2009-10-20T15:37:43Z</published><updated>2009-10-20T15:37:43Z</updated><content type="html">&lt;p&gt;Thank you for all your comments, the only thing that hurts me the most is me not being with my mum when I most want to be there, for I have to be in school and I hate having to do that but I go to school, get on with life and stay behind when she is most tired because it&amp;#39;s what she wants whether I want it or not because like i say I will do anything for her because I love the star of the show, my mum!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="clear:both;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img src="https://community.macmillan.org.uk/aggbug?PostID=263567&amp;AppID=30030&amp;AppType=Weblog&amp;ContentType=0" width="1" height="1"&gt;</content><author><name>Former Member</name><uri>https://community.macmillan.org.uk/members/formermember</uri></author><category term="school" scheme="https://community.macmillan.org.uk/cancer-blogs/b/caliman/archive/tags/school" /></entry><entry><title>A Message To My mum And The Family I Love!</title><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="https://community.macmillan.org.uk/cancer-blogs/b/caliman/posts/a-message-to-my-mum-and-the-family-i-love" /><id>https://community.macmillan.org.uk/cancer-blogs/b/caliman/posts/a-message-to-my-mum-and-the-family-i-love</id><published>2009-10-19T20:11:28Z</published><updated>2009-10-19T20:11:28Z</updated><content type="html">&lt;p&gt;Hi, I&amp;#39;m Alice.&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;I&amp;#39;m Gail&amp;#39;s pride and joy! I love my mum so much! Our saying was always:&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;&amp;quot;I love you more than science can prove!&amp;quot; and then we would laugh, kiss and hug. These days I miss the most. I am only 12 and 13 In 2 months. Me and my dad and my brother are sticking together through this the best that we can. I love my dad and mum. I am always known to look so much like my mum and that I have lovely hair.&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;Knowing that any day know I will be losing the most important thing in my life makes me just want to BURST!&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;My dad says that no matter what he would swap him and mum so that my dad is the ill one, not my dad. He is such a big support! All the way through this he has been there trying to the the easiest and the hardest of things out. &lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;But no matter what nothing can be done exept for giving my mum and the rest of the family the support we all need to extreme until te very end.&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; Love you mum!&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; x&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;x&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; x&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="clear:both;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img src="https://community.macmillan.org.uk/aggbug?PostID=263270&amp;AppID=30030&amp;AppType=Weblog&amp;ContentType=0" width="1" height="1"&gt;</content><author><name>Former Member</name><uri>https://community.macmillan.org.uk/members/formermember</uri></author></entry><entry><title>Thank You Once Again For Your Kind Words</title><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="https://community.macmillan.org.uk/cancer-blogs/b/caliman/posts/thank-you-once-again-for-your-kind-words" /><id>https://community.macmillan.org.uk/cancer-blogs/b/caliman/posts/thank-you-once-again-for-your-kind-words</id><published>2009-10-16T23:39:15Z</published><updated>2009-10-16T23:39:15Z</updated><content type="html">&lt;p&gt;Just got home after taking Gail to a Hospice. Hopefully here she will find pain relief&amp;nbsp;and rest from the hectic hospital wards. Just sat down and told my daughter Alice about her mum and how long she is expected to live. What a brave dignified daughter I have she listened she cried I cried we hugged and we understood our united love we all have as a family. Tomorrow she will see her mum in her new room and will be mature and as dignified as Alice can be with the grace and poise of her mum .&amp;nbsp;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="clear:both;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img src="https://community.macmillan.org.uk/aggbug?PostID=262402&amp;AppID=30030&amp;AppType=Weblog&amp;ContentType=0" width="1" height="1"&gt;</content><author><name>Former Member</name><uri>https://community.macmillan.org.uk/members/formermember</uri></author><category term="Hospital" scheme="https://community.macmillan.org.uk/cancer-blogs/b/caliman/archive/tags/Hospital" /><category term="hospice" scheme="https://community.macmillan.org.uk/cancer-blogs/b/caliman/archive/tags/hospice" /></entry><entry><title>My Gail </title><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="https://community.macmillan.org.uk/cancer-blogs/b/caliman/posts/my-gail" /><id>https://community.macmillan.org.uk/cancer-blogs/b/caliman/posts/my-gail</id><published>2009-10-14T22:16:45Z</published><updated>2009-10-14T22:16:45Z</updated><content type="html">&lt;p&gt;At the moment my wife and I are awaiting the results of a biopsy taken off Gails liver. Five weeks ago Gail was walking around Liverpool Museum with myself(David)&amp;nbsp;and her daughter Alice. Today I bathed my Gail and had to push her in a wheel chair from her hospital bed to the shower room because she is to weak to walk.Gail has never smoked never drank in the alcholic term, she eats the best diet of any of us in our family and yet for some reason fate has dealt this cruel hand.&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;Let me tell you about Gail, she has a smile, oh such a smile, perfect teeth, blue eyes blonde hair skin soft like warm silk. Slim build well shaped with a hint of va va vroom. She has given me to perfect children one boy and one girl, Ben is 19 and in the army about to be posted in November to Afghan, Alice is 12 and the perfect lady just like her mum.I am extremely proud of my family but most of all of Gail, who devoted time energy and love to all of us. Each one of us carries a part of Gails spark.&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;The light which is Gail is flickering at this moment showing a tremble of fear and apprehension &amp;nbsp;which I cannot control I will be strong I will carry my Gail through the coming storm because that is what we all do because we are human because each of us has a Gail or a David wether their a friend or a voice or a husband or a wife a nurse or a doctor.&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="clear:both;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img src="https://community.macmillan.org.uk/aggbug?PostID=261662&amp;AppID=30030&amp;AppType=Weblog&amp;ContentType=0" width="1" height="1"&gt;</content><author><name>Former Member</name><uri>https://community.macmillan.org.uk/members/formermember</uri></author><category term="energy" scheme="https://community.macmillan.org.uk/cancer-blogs/b/caliman/archive/tags/energy" /><category term="Hospital" scheme="https://community.macmillan.org.uk/cancer-blogs/b/caliman/archive/tags/Hospital" /><category term="Smoked" scheme="https://community.macmillan.org.uk/cancer-blogs/b/caliman/archive/tags/Smoked" /><category term="feelings" scheme="https://community.macmillan.org.uk/cancer-blogs/b/caliman/archive/tags/feelings" /><category term="shower" scheme="https://community.macmillan.org.uk/cancer-blogs/b/caliman/archive/tags/shower" /><category term="biopsy" scheme="https://community.macmillan.org.uk/cancer-blogs/b/caliman/archive/tags/biopsy" /></entry></feed>