How I Got Here

I got here to this site Looking for Advice, What I got was a Friendly Welcome and Words of Encouragement, to me that was just what I needed, It wasn't what I expected, I guess I expected a Clinical Starched View of Different Cancer Types, but what I recieved was an Amazing Comfortable Informal and Funny Chat about Cancer. I'll now tell you exactly How I Got Here! I have a friend that has Liver and Lung Cancer, he has been and still is going through Chemotherapy, Blood Transfusions and weekly Warfarin Injections, plus various Painkillers and other Meds that rattle around in his pockets, We became good Friends about 10 years ago when I first moved to this little village, have you ever seen the movie "Brigadoon" well, that's kind of the same as the place I live, it disapears into the mist every 100 years, anyway, after being cooped up in my new 100 year old freezing cold cottage for 2 days, I ventured out to the local pub ( for local people ) sorry British joke!, Now, not realising that only men went to the pub at that time, I bold as brass walked through the doors into a room so thick of stale smoke, I had to chop my way to the Bar. Everything went silent! I asked for a vodka and coke and the barman just stared?, I asked again and he gave me what I ordered, needless to say I was looking around the room, checking out the place, and seeing it was all men of all ages, Dominoes in the corner, Dartboard on the wall, small nicotine stained tv above a corner booth, thinking to myself that maybe this was not a great idea afterall. I stood at the bar and took one small swallow of my drink, BIG BIG MISTAKE!, it was more or less 3 quarters Vodka and a dash of coke, it nearly took my head off, I choked , spluttered, my eyes were nearly blown out of my head, and all I heard from the shadow under the tv and behind a newspaper was, " I guess your the one that's just moved into the village" I couldn't even answer, I was trying to breathe, his next words were pretty obvious " The Measures here are different", DIFFERENT!, One measure of Vodka could run a Nuclear Power Plant for a Year. That's how I met Graeme a Highly Intelligent, Very Well Read, Long Haired, Bushey Bearded, Grumpy Hobbit with a red scarf tied around his neck. the first week I found out he was very eccentric, very loud in his deep discussions about anything, Very Very Grumpy and that he lived in a caravan on a Steam Railway Site. We became Firm Friends immediatly as I could argue points just as abrasive as he could, I learned to drink the Caustic Vodka and put up with the point he seemed to wear the same clothes every day for 8 weeks at a time. 10 years on we still are firm believers that he talks nonsense and as he delicatly puts it " I talk Sh*t!", last year he was Diagnosed with Lung/Liver Cancer and I noticed my Grumpy Hobbit was quietening down, So I ( being the wonderful person , that I am) decided to run a poll called " Name the Lumps" at £10 a time, I wanted Farquar and Gilbert, then changed it to Sidney and Bill, So £400 later Donated to the MacMillan Cancer Support, Sidney and Bill the Tumours were Christened with a dram of whisky, after a year they are now in the process of Shrinking due to the chemo and meds, but my Grump isn't looking too good these days and doesn't leave his caravan, So I Dragged a Wooden Bench ( Halfway across Scotland,it felt like) and put it about 200 yards from his Caravan at a point that overlooks the Golf Course to the sight of the Cairngorm Mountain Range, and now Drag him from his Hobbit Hole, with hair and spit flying, to the Bench for some fresh air and a damn good chinwag. I myself am not to well at the moment, but my Grumpy Hobbit, my Best Friend will always come first. It's called UNCONDITIONAL LOVE!!!!.