What were the moments of support that mattered to you?

Hello 'DippyHippy', thank you so much for sharing your experience. It's so lovely to hear how much the support from your Macmillan nurse helped and the positive difference it made to how you were feeling. Please remember that if you're ever finding things difficult or just need someone to talk to, you can always reach out. We're here to support you whenever you need us. Take care, Lizzie

My husband coming to appointments with me even though he has to take days off work unpaid it calms me down him just being there 

I am an extreme lark when it comes to being up in the morning, I mean that I wake up really early, not being a barrel of laughs. At some point I want a cup of coffee if it is something I can have. It is kind of my time too. I just didn't have the legs to get my own hot coffee. It infuriated me.

I switched to iced coffee. There is a flask of iced coffee made for me by others, before their bed time and a clean mug left where I just grab it from outside my room, on the way back from the loo.  Drink it when I am ready for it. 

Makes a world of difference to my mornings.

With throat cancer I couldn't eat and treatment was hugely painful. My husband drove me to radiotherapy every day for six weeks. A journey of sometimes two hours each way. He fed me and did my meds but gave me space when I needed it. My rock! As I got better he kicked me in the backside and told me to stop moaning and get on with life. That's the most important thing he did for me....took away my pack of cancer cards

When my wife took me into Maggie's, I was about ready to do a runner, Prostate cancer was not part of life's plan and hit me hard.

The people, mainly women it we do understanding and listen to me, quietness welcoming with a cuppa and a cake, I spent everyday, 25 if them before or after my radiotherapy. 

I talk with others who,s plight was so much worse than mine it made me feel very humble and grateful to my doc and all the NHS staff throughout my stay in hospital, with many thanks to my GP's and the staff in the surgery.

We have a local Macmillan group that started up just after my radiotherapy ended, the monthly meeting put me back on my feet. 

My wife has been my saviour all through this journey, my age, 78, has also become mixed up with the after effects of my treatment.

But together we work through some of the weird, weird to me, effects of old age and cancer has given me. 

My bones creak, my wife can hear my neck cracking as I walk up our steep back garden to the shed, I am done with only half the garden mow but as usual she comes to the rescue.

Doris Day sang "the future is not ours to see" but we can plan for it.

My biggest heartbreak though is I have come to turns with my ability not to be able to ride my motorcycle ever again,  I started on 350cc Matchless in a farmers field at 13, , that's 65years ago, but the devil in me will not allow me to sell my bike, perhaps I might be able to ride it again!

" the future is not ours to see"  

Cyril