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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">Speaking to an empty room</title><subtitle type="html" /><id>https://community.macmillan.org.uk/cancer-blogs/b/speaking-to-an-empty-room/atom</id><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="https://community.macmillan.org.uk/cancer-blogs/b/speaking-to-an-empty-room" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="https://community.macmillan.org.uk/cancer-blogs/b/speaking-to-an-empty-room/atom" /><generator uri="http://telligent.com" version="12.1.2.21912">Telligent Community (Build: 12.1.2.21912)</generator><updated>2026-04-29T14:06:27Z</updated><entry><title>Just bloody ring instead of tex links !!!!</title><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="https://community.macmillan.org.uk/cancer-blogs/b/speaking-to-an-empty-room/posts/just-bloody-ring-instead-of-tex-links" /><id>https://community.macmillan.org.uk/cancer-blogs/b/speaking-to-an-empty-room/posts/just-bloody-ring-instead-of-tex-links</id><published>2026-06-10T14:28:04Z</published><updated>2026-06-10T14:28:04Z</updated><content type="html">I know it&amp;#39;s the modern way but mum and dad aren&amp;#39;t modern ,they don&amp;#39;t even have the bloody internet ...they&amp;#39;re smart phones are crap and don&amp;#39;t connect correctly when they&amp;#39;re dependent on signals in the atmosphere...but despite ...(&lt;a href="https://community.macmillan.org.uk/cancer-blogs/b/speaking-to-an-empty-room/posts/just-bloody-ring-instead-of-tex-links"&gt;read more&lt;/a&gt;)&lt;img src="https://community.macmillan.org.uk/aggbug?PostID=723281&amp;AppID=42945&amp;AppType=Weblog&amp;ContentType=0" width="1" height="1"&gt;</content><author><name>RedTree26</name><uri>https://community.macmillan.org.uk/members/d5bca401a17e4bf7bf122e7bc1349f86</uri></author></entry><entry><title>Phone Call From Hell</title><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="https://community.macmillan.org.uk/cancer-blogs/b/speaking-to-an-empty-room/posts/phone-call-from-hell" /><id>https://community.macmillan.org.uk/cancer-blogs/b/speaking-to-an-empty-room/posts/phone-call-from-hell</id><published>2026-06-10T03:45:11Z</published><updated>2026-06-10T03:45:11Z</updated><content type="html">The MDT team have met and reviewed the path findings and rung my mum.and dad.I knew something was amiss when I phoned to ask how mums toes were,she&amp;#39;s had two toenails removed in an attempt to cure fungal toenails.Dad answered but sounded off,as t...(&lt;a href="https://community.macmillan.org.uk/cancer-blogs/b/speaking-to-an-empty-room/posts/phone-call-from-hell"&gt;read more&lt;/a&gt;)&lt;img src="https://community.macmillan.org.uk/aggbug?PostID=723277&amp;AppID=42945&amp;AppType=Weblog&amp;ContentType=0" width="1" height="1"&gt;</content><author><name>RedTree26</name><uri>https://community.macmillan.org.uk/members/d5bca401a17e4bf7bf122e7bc1349f86</uri></author></entry><entry><title>Oh FFS !!!!!!</title><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="https://community.macmillan.org.uk/cancer-blogs/b/speaking-to-an-empty-room/posts/oh-ffs" /><id>https://community.macmillan.org.uk/cancer-blogs/b/speaking-to-an-empty-room/posts/oh-ffs</id><published>2026-06-06T14:09:10Z</published><updated>2026-06-06T14:09:10Z</updated><content type="html">I could bloody scream,but I won&amp;#39;t.Mum is kicking off ,banging on and on over Dad.Hes got Cancer FFS ,cut him some slack.Hes had a big operation he&amp;#39;s almost 80 you&amp;#39;re bloody 81 simmer the fuck down .Mums in tears ,can&amp;#39;t cope with all t...(&lt;a href="https://community.macmillan.org.uk/cancer-blogs/b/speaking-to-an-empty-room/posts/oh-ffs"&gt;read more&lt;/a&gt;)&lt;img src="https://community.macmillan.org.uk/aggbug?PostID=723266&amp;AppID=42945&amp;AppType=Weblog&amp;ContentType=0" width="1" height="1"&gt;</content><author><name>RedTree26</name><uri>https://community.macmillan.org.uk/members/d5bca401a17e4bf7bf122e7bc1349f86</uri></author></entry><entry><title>Turned A Corner</title><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="https://community.macmillan.org.uk/cancer-blogs/b/speaking-to-an-empty-room/posts/turned-a-corner" /><id>https://community.macmillan.org.uk/cancer-blogs/b/speaking-to-an-empty-room/posts/turned-a-corner</id><published>2026-06-02T12:04:20Z</published><updated>2026-06-02T12:04:20Z</updated><content type="html">Things are finally starting to improve....Dad&amp;#39;s scar is virtually invisible ,the surgeon has done an amazing job and you really cannot see a scar at all .It&amp;#39;s healed so well, and the little infection looks to have cleared up after a course of...(&lt;a href="https://community.macmillan.org.uk/cancer-blogs/b/speaking-to-an-empty-room/posts/turned-a-corner"&gt;read more&lt;/a&gt;)&lt;img src="https://community.macmillan.org.uk/aggbug?PostID=723254&amp;AppID=42945&amp;AppType=Weblog&amp;ContentType=0" width="1" height="1"&gt;</content><author><name>RedTree26</name><uri>https://community.macmillan.org.uk/members/d5bca401a17e4bf7bf122e7bc1349f86</uri></author></entry><entry><title>Worrying again</title><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="https://community.macmillan.org.uk/cancer-blogs/b/speaking-to-an-empty-room/posts/worrying-again" /><id>https://community.macmillan.org.uk/cancer-blogs/b/speaking-to-an-empty-room/posts/worrying-again</id><published>2026-05-27T13:49:49Z</published><updated>2026-05-27T13:49:49Z</updated><content type="html">I&amp;#39;m worrying again,dad goes on 15 June to see the ent surgeon who performed his operation,the cns nurses said if they have the path results we&amp;#39;ll get them then....I hope that they are ok and we don&amp;#39;t get told more shit news.

Dad is conti...(&lt;a href="https://community.macmillan.org.uk/cancer-blogs/b/speaking-to-an-empty-room/posts/worrying-again"&gt;read more&lt;/a&gt;)&lt;img src="https://community.macmillan.org.uk/aggbug?PostID=723237&amp;AppID=42945&amp;AppType=Weblog&amp;ContentType=0" width="1" height="1"&gt;</content><author><name>RedTree26</name><uri>https://community.macmillan.org.uk/members/d5bca401a17e4bf7bf122e7bc1349f86</uri></author></entry><entry><title>Same shit different day</title><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="https://community.macmillan.org.uk/cancer-blogs/b/speaking-to-an-empty-room/posts/same-shit-different-day" /><id>https://community.macmillan.org.uk/cancer-blogs/b/speaking-to-an-empty-room/posts/same-shit-different-day</id><published>2026-05-26T11:15:49Z</published><updated>2026-05-26T11:15:49Z</updated><content type="html">14 days on and dad is a tiny bit better.Still feels crap and his face is still numb and he&amp;#39;s no real appetite.He looked thin today his jeans were hanging off his backside....unsure if he&amp;#39;s always been that way....hes of to see the GP today as...(&lt;a href="https://community.macmillan.org.uk/cancer-blogs/b/speaking-to-an-empty-room/posts/same-shit-different-day"&gt;read more&lt;/a&gt;)&lt;img src="https://community.macmillan.org.uk/aggbug?PostID=723235&amp;AppID=42945&amp;AppType=Weblog&amp;ContentType=0" width="1" height="1"&gt;</content><author><name>RedTree26</name><uri>https://community.macmillan.org.uk/members/d5bca401a17e4bf7bf122e7bc1349f86</uri></author></entry><entry><title>A Week On</title><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="https://community.macmillan.org.uk/cancer-blogs/b/speaking-to-an-empty-room/posts/a-week-on" /><id>https://community.macmillan.org.uk/cancer-blogs/b/speaking-to-an-empty-room/posts/a-week-on</id><published>2026-05-21T08:58:38Z</published><updated>2026-05-21T08:58:38Z</updated><content type="html">Dad feels like shit
He&amp;#39;s in a lot of pain...the consultant did warn him ,after his surgery he asked,are you in pain ? And Dad replied ...No...Don&amp;#39;t worry you will be....I guess Dad was warned.Dad&amp;#39;s face where they did the partial parotidectomy ,I thi...(&lt;a href="https://community.macmillan.org.uk/cancer-blogs/b/speaking-to-an-empty-room/posts/a-week-on"&gt;read more&lt;/a&gt;)&lt;img src="https://community.macmillan.org.uk/aggbug?PostID=723223&amp;AppID=42945&amp;AppType=Weblog&amp;ContentType=0" width="1" height="1"&gt;</content><author><name>RedTree26</name><uri>https://community.macmillan.org.uk/members/d5bca401a17e4bf7bf122e7bc1349f86</uri></author></entry><entry><title>Home At Last</title><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="https://community.macmillan.org.uk/cancer-blogs/b/speaking-to-an-empty-room/posts/home-at-last" /><id>https://community.macmillan.org.uk/cancer-blogs/b/speaking-to-an-empty-room/posts/home-at-last</id><published>2026-05-18T14:05:03Z</published><updated>2026-05-18T14:05:03Z</updated><content type="html">Dad was discharged yesterday afternoon ...
We went and collected him from the hospital,he&amp;#39;s to use a wheelchair because the walk to the main entrance from the ward was just too far and in his weekend state why walk when you can ride.

He was knac...(&lt;a href="https://community.macmillan.org.uk/cancer-blogs/b/speaking-to-an-empty-room/posts/home-at-last"&gt;read more&lt;/a&gt;)&lt;img src="https://community.macmillan.org.uk/aggbug?PostID=723215&amp;AppID=42945&amp;AppType=Weblog&amp;ContentType=0" width="1" height="1"&gt;</content><author><name>RedTree26</name><uri>https://community.macmillan.org.uk/members/d5bca401a17e4bf7bf122e7bc1349f86</uri></author></entry><entry><title>A Mountain Left To Climb</title><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="https://community.macmillan.org.uk/cancer-blogs/b/speaking-to-an-empty-room/posts/a-mountain-left-to-climb" /><id>https://community.macmillan.org.uk/cancer-blogs/b/speaking-to-an-empty-room/posts/a-mountain-left-to-climb</id><published>2026-05-17T10:56:08Z</published><updated>2026-05-17T10:56:08Z</updated><content type="html">Well Dad had his operation ,almost six hours under anesthetic,the wait and the worry we&amp;#39;re terrible but eventually we were told he&amp;#39;s out and in recovery,and there he stayed in the post op recovery place for 24 hours because they&amp;#39;d no beds...(&lt;a href="https://community.macmillan.org.uk/cancer-blogs/b/speaking-to-an-empty-room/posts/a-mountain-left-to-climb"&gt;read more&lt;/a&gt;)&lt;img src="https://community.macmillan.org.uk/aggbug?PostID=723213&amp;AppID=42945&amp;AppType=Weblog&amp;ContentType=0" width="1" height="1"&gt;</content><author><name>RedTree26</name><uri>https://community.macmillan.org.uk/members/d5bca401a17e4bf7bf122e7bc1349f86</uri></author></entry><entry><title>Long night</title><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="https://community.macmillan.org.uk/cancer-blogs/b/speaking-to-an-empty-room/posts/long-night" /><id>https://community.macmillan.org.uk/cancer-blogs/b/speaking-to-an-empty-room/posts/long-night</id><published>2026-05-11T11:44:07Z</published><updated>2026-05-11T11:44:07Z</updated><content type="html">I&amp;#39;m knackered ,terrible night ,no sleep.Whwn you&amp;#39;re in bed at night,mind whirring ,every scenario playing out in you&amp;#39;re head ,well sleep just doesn&amp;#39;t happen .I tossed and turned for an hour,then thought sod it and started to read my k...(&lt;a href="https://community.macmillan.org.uk/cancer-blogs/b/speaking-to-an-empty-room/posts/long-night"&gt;read more&lt;/a&gt;)&lt;img src="https://community.macmillan.org.uk/aggbug?PostID=723188&amp;AppID=42945&amp;AppType=Weblog&amp;ContentType=0" width="1" height="1"&gt;</content><author><name>RedTree26</name><uri>https://community.macmillan.org.uk/members/d5bca401a17e4bf7bf122e7bc1349f86</uri></author></entry><entry><title>Want To Scream</title><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="https://community.macmillan.org.uk/cancer-blogs/b/speaking-to-an-empty-room/posts/want-to-scream" /><id>https://community.macmillan.org.uk/cancer-blogs/b/speaking-to-an-empty-room/posts/want-to-scream</id><published>2026-05-08T15:22:24Z</published><updated>2026-05-08T15:22:24Z</updated><content type="html">Well it was Dad&amp;#39;s pre op at the hospital today,what a bloody farce getting to the hospital,road works everywhere,one way blood streets,diversions ,so bloody stressful,My husband took us but he got lost because the sat nav kept re routing us,but w...(&lt;a href="https://community.macmillan.org.uk/cancer-blogs/b/speaking-to-an-empty-room/posts/want-to-scream"&gt;read more&lt;/a&gt;)&lt;img src="https://community.macmillan.org.uk/aggbug?PostID=723182&amp;AppID=42945&amp;AppType=Weblog&amp;ContentType=0" width="1" height="1"&gt;</content><author><name>RedTree26</name><uri>https://community.macmillan.org.uk/members/d5bca401a17e4bf7bf122e7bc1349f86</uri></author></entry><entry><title>D Day Looms</title><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="https://community.macmillan.org.uk/cancer-blogs/b/speaking-to-an-empty-room/posts/d-day-looms" /><id>https://community.macmillan.org.uk/cancer-blogs/b/speaking-to-an-empty-room/posts/d-day-looms</id><published>2026-05-06T07:40:41Z</published><updated>2026-05-06T07:40:41Z</updated><content type="html">This shit is becoming real and it&amp;#39;s terrifying.
Dad has his pre op on Friday but the surgeons secetary has phoned and given dad the date for the operation...Exactly a week today he&amp;#39;ll be in hospital.

Everything will be ok? It&amp;#39;s got to be...(&lt;a href="https://community.macmillan.org.uk/cancer-blogs/b/speaking-to-an-empty-room/posts/d-day-looms"&gt;read more&lt;/a&gt;)&lt;img src="https://community.macmillan.org.uk/aggbug?PostID=723175&amp;AppID=42945&amp;AppType=Weblog&amp;ContentType=0" width="1" height="1"&gt;</content><author><name>RedTree26</name><uri>https://community.macmillan.org.uk/members/d5bca401a17e4bf7bf122e7bc1349f86</uri></author></entry><entry><title>Screaming into my pillow</title><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="https://community.macmillan.org.uk/cancer-blogs/b/speaking-to-an-empty-room/posts/screaming-into-my-pillow" /><id>https://community.macmillan.org.uk/cancer-blogs/b/speaking-to-an-empty-room/posts/screaming-into-my-pillow</id><published>2026-04-29T13:06:27Z</published><updated>2026-04-29T13:06:27Z</updated><content type="html">Arghhhhhhhhhhhhhh
I just want to scream&amp;nbsp;
I&amp;#39;m crying
I&amp;#39;m swearing&amp;nbsp;
I&amp;#39;m literally tearing my my hair out
I&amp;#39;m alone in the house,because,well you can&amp;#39;t do this in front of others ,oh no,because you&amp;#39;ve to be strong.What ...(&lt;a href="https://community.macmillan.org.uk/cancer-blogs/b/speaking-to-an-empty-room/posts/screaming-into-my-pillow"&gt;read more&lt;/a&gt;)&lt;img src="https://community.macmillan.org.uk/aggbug?PostID=723162&amp;AppID=42945&amp;AppType=Weblog&amp;ContentType=0" width="1" height="1"&gt;</content><author><name>RedTree26</name><uri>https://community.macmillan.org.uk/members/d5bca401a17e4bf7bf122e7bc1349f86</uri></author></entry></feed>