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After 6 weeks radio therapy and regular injections of Zoladax. I am living (Weezing a bit) proof that there is light at the end of the tunnel. I hope this will encourage guys to get checked out
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Well a week ago we were all a little bit happy but today is a different story!
Gordy has had a lovely week going out with our brother Paul and as an added bonus another friend, Mongy (the reason for the nickname has been lost in the mists of time and copious amounts of alcohol down the rugby club) has also been home from Oz! Think much fun was had by all but I stayed out of the way as Paul and me do not get on!
Yesterday Gordy went to get the results of the scan they did on Thursday last week. First...
I havent been on here for such a long time and to be honest hoped i wouldnt have to be.
I lost my darling husband paul and my dad in 2009 to this dreadfull desease !!!
I have been lucky enough to move on with my life now after 2 years and have a new man in my life . Sadly his Mum has just been diagnosed with Bile duct cancer which i know nothing about. She is a very gentle and sweet 80 years young.
Is there anyone out there that knows and i could chat with .My man is all at sixes and sevens so...
Does anyone else feel that their perception of time is different now. Sometimes weeks feel like months and yet a year can go by in an almost blur. This month it's a year since Fabe had his big toe and foot bone amputated and I remember hearing the news that the op had gone well and feeling optimistic. However we then found out that while fabe was having surgery and recovering and thus unable to have chemo the smudges on his lungs had developed into multiple tumours. It was such a blow but as most...
I rang the Hospice tonight about 9.30-10.00pm as I do every night just to check that Mo's ok and settled for the night. I spoke to the Ward sister who was on the night shift, she said "Mo was settled and comfortable" no change there but I could sense there was a 'but' coming on. It did "but Mo isn't drinking as much tonight as she can't swallow very well I think the tumour is affecting her capability to remember how to swallow". Immediately I started to worry about this latest development,'what if...
Sue and I visited Mo today we had to wait 5-10 minutes as Mo was having her personal care, while we were waiting my mum turned up to. The nurses had said she was quite bright today, mum went to see Mo first as she had to go and do the charity card sales in the church down the town from 1pm-4pm today. Sue and I went to have a smoke so my mum had a bit of 'quality time' with Mo. Eventually we went in and got a big smile off Mo and loads of kisses!. While we were there a couple of times Mo said yes...
I tried not to visit Mo today as it was 'Bill Tuesday' and Carol had texted me saying she would be visiting Mo about 11.30 so I was glad someone was visiting her this morning. As I was out doing the 'boring stuff' feeling quite positive Carol texted me again saying she was having a lovely time with Mo and she had a lot of kisses and hugs. Carol also told me that Mo's hair had been washed by the nurses and Mo was very pleased they had,Carol said it was the most relaxed she had seen Mo. In the text...
I suppose the biggest thing that I noticed, that I notice again now that it is autumn, is that we were all profoundly changed, as a family by the passing of this certain relative.
He didn't talk very much but he was a key figure and we didn't really think of him that way until he did pass away. It must have changed the landscape for us all very much. For a while it did seem like we were all different people.
I don't think that was a terrible thing in the end. In fact it marked a change...
Seem to only blog when things are a bit glum, sorry.
Well I did intend to have a few wines on Friday night (i didn't manage the whole bottle stinker) hehe. Relaxation therapy as Tim put it. But I was so tired I fell asleep after one glass and missed our usual Friday evening telly entertainement and was quite antisocial to poor hubby. A shame really 'cos he had been so thoughtful the day before. He came in from work with a lovely bouquet of flowers, which isn't usual. So I asked what...
So I have survived the Danish surgeon with the" its cancer", "its not breast cancer", "its a neuro-endocrine tumour so we just have to remove i"t, "no it is breast cancer after all so you have to have chemo and radiotherapy after all"!!!
;I've survived the ever so sympathetic chemo nurse who with her head attached to her left shoulder told me I might be laughing now but I won't be when my hair falls out in clumps and I NEED a wig and the cold cap would be...
