The Dying Game

  • The Dying Game 7

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    FormerMember

    Mum, or 'diltongal' as she is known on this website, died in the early hours of Sunday morning in my Dad's arms. I said goodbye to her for the last time, only a week ago. I think I knew it would be the last time, because I tried to tell her I loved her, but instead just held her and burst into tears. I hurried back to Sheffield, and began revising for the January law exams. Part of me thinks that it was a mistake to go…

  • The Dying Game 6

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    FormerMember

    Blimey, I don't believe that it's 6 weeks since I last updated my blog.  I guess the Christmas planning and purchasing frenzy has banished all thoughts of liver cancer from my mind (if only!)  This year we're having a freezer special Christmas - no cooking from scratch, I'm afraid!

    The morphine patches continue to do their work - I have good days and bad days, but mostly good, which is great.  I'm also on…

  • The Dying Game 5

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    FormerMember

    Well, it's been a bit of a roller coaster with the liver capsule pain (caused by my advanced secondary liver cancer) over the last week or so.  Last Saturday I felt well enough to go to Westonbirt Arboretum to see the lovely Autumn colours - but it proved too much.  I was in tears trying to get into the car for the drive back home, it was so painful.  At home I took a strong dose of painkillers, but it got so bad that…

  • The Dying Game 4

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    FormerMember

    People ask how I can approach a horrible, ghastly death from liver cancer with a sense of humour.  Maybe they think that terminally ill people should be lying on the sofa with a pillow over their head, listening to 'slit yer throat' music like Radiohead or Muse.  Well, I've shed just as many tears as the next person - probably more, as I'm a dreadful crybaby.  I've wept through interviews, performance appraisals…

  • The Dying Game 3

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    FormerMember

    Let me tell you what advanced liver cancer looks like.  I used to have a huge arse, thighs and tits - these are now all considerably smaller, but my stomach now rivals John Prescott's.  If you pasted his head on to my body it would look quite realistic.  I've turned from Pauline to John in a matter of months!  I also have coin sized lesions all over my torso, many of which are blue (it's the melanoma).  I have…