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I've been to see a gastroentorologist today. I liked him last time I saw this time not so much, he's told me I need a camera down my throat. Now after hearing horror stories, I dont particularly want it done at my local hospital.
They've also referred me to Family History Illnesses Clinic, because with such a strong family history of Bowel Cancer, there's even talk of genetic testing. Now I've thought about this in the past and the answer for me then was no. Now i'm considering it. Does...
its monday again my husband is still in bed he has had one session of chemo of cisplatin and pemetrexed since then he can hardly get out of bed his fatigue is dreadfull and he has only just started eating i wonder if there is anyone out there who has had the same experience i think iwas epecting some sort of miracle hoping he would have a lot more energy must go i can hear him geting up thank you
Well, it's Monday morning and Pat has been quite good for the past 3 days. He still gets a bit tired and has to contend with the problems of his Parkinsons and Diabetes, but he has not been sick and has been able to go out on his own on his scooter. It is now a week since his last Octreotide injection and things are looking promising.
Diagnosed on the 18th of August, had Op on Dec 1st. Double mastectomy. Not entirely sure I'm over that yet.
I'm from a family of ladies who have had breast cancer. Note that I don't say 'victims' or 'survivors' or any of that crap. I hate all that! And I also hate the fact that everything has to be PINK and with high heels and feathers and guff. Arrgh, all so sickly sweet!
For crying out loud! I've never worn a pair of high heels in my life, and I've certainly never...
When mum died I felt a hand on me so strong that I felt my husband had come into the bedroom where I was sobbing my heart out - strong enough to stop me, raise my head - but all I could hear was my father crying too in the other bedroom.
Mum always loved Malta - my daughter was born there - so I took her for a girls holiday, just the two of us..... or so I thought. We were eating a rabbit dish - I was thinking 'I wonder what Mum would say if she was here now' - my daughter immediately after...
I made a start on my ball gown yesterday............using a old simplicity dress pattern I had from school...I rarely throw anything to do with sewing away..I'm the proud owner of the family 'button tin'..and always put in those buttons you get dangling from you new blouses....
I'm a haberdashery addict....saving the ribbon you get wrapped around tea towels...and the little bits that come with other gifts.....you never know, they may come in useful....
I've missed going round the...
Had to take car to the garage yesterday, my daughter came with me and it was difficult to keep being "human" I know the family mean well and I can't hurt them but I just want to be left alone and not to have to smile and make conversation. I can't even cope with me.
I can't believe it's 81/2 weeks since he died. At the service we played Celine Dion singing "Because you loved me" and every word of the song is true. I'd never really listened to it before and heard it by chance...
Here I am wanting to share positive thoughts with my MacLand friends.
Yesterday, I was determined to get to my T'ai Chi class. So glad I went. For 90 minutes, I forgot all the rubbish and concentrated on the Form, the exercises, breathing, my centre etc really putting energy back into me and feeling my strength. (Sorry folks - it's a T'ai Chi thing.) And I was with my lovely caring friends. The good feelings have lasted through till today. I want to share them with you all.
(Perhaps...
Death is nothing at all
I have only slipped away into the next room
I am I and you are you
Whatever we were to each other
That we are still
Call me by my old familiar name
Speak to me in the easy way you always used
Put no difference into your tone
Wear no forced air of solemnity or sorrow
Laugh as we always laughed
At the little jokes we always enjoyed together
Play, smile, think of me, pray for me
Let my name be ever the household word that it always was
Let it be spoken without e...
