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Hi, I dont know what Im suppose to write but felt it the right thing to do at the moment. My mum has just found out that she has breast cancer and will need an operation to remove cancer cells and then chemo but she wont really share anything else with me. She keeps saying she is going to die and i just dont want to hear that. I am thinking positive as Im sure they have caught it on time. I am going to be looking after her. Anyone got any ideas on how i can get her to open up a bit?
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I visited you 2 days ago and you seemed so well...quite set on coming home once the hospital discharged you....though only 2 days previously you had quite firmly told Mom you wanted to go into a Nursing Home as you refused to have us 'running round' looking after you. Your mind was quite set she told me. However, when I visited 2 days later you had no recall of that conversation and were determined to return home. Tonight when I visited you were so unwell, high temperature and shaking so...
I don't feel this way very much anymore - I could probably count on my fingers the number of times that I have genuinely been happy on my fingers, since my journey with the big C began in Jan 2011.
But I think this rare moment of genuine happiness makes it so much more special, and feel as though I can really be thankful for that moment. I think what I'm trying to say, is that I appreciate happy moments way more often than I ever would have done so. So while I don't feel this way very often...
It started with pain in my back but with already suffering with Fibromyalgia I thought it was just extra pain to cope with but this time in my back,As the day carried on the pain gradually got worse and by evening I hit agony!..I have never rung an ambulance for myself but the pain was so bad I was climbing the walls,rushed into hospital..the hours and days passed with all the tests ext,..sent home and a couple of days later rushed back into hospital with increasing pain,After screaming in agony...
The medals on our chests
...Are portacaths for meds
Helmets won't stay on
Cause no hair is on our heads.
Our weapons of destruction
We take every day
We fight the battle within us
While we struggle on to play.
We fight with honor and courage
No marine could do as well
We are only little children
Living in this hell.
So bring on the medals
The Purple Hearts of Wars
The Gold Cross, The Silver Star
To place upon our scars.
For We are the Children of Cancer
No one has fought so hard
But every day...
Gosh I don't know how to bring this all together I am slightly tiddly but it is my birthday so think it is allowed!
Today I have stopped to think about it all, I have been so lucky in that I was diagnosed with advanced bowel cancer and after radiotherapy with chemo, three surgeries and 6 months chemo I have managed to have two scans showing NED so far. In some ways I feel guilty that I was lucky and others in my situation were not - my heart goes out to all those that didn't make it and especially...
My dad went for his chemo as usual and they told him his blood count was low, this seems to happen quite a lot, so they have put him on injections to improve it as they have told him that he must have the two combined treatments every fortnight without fail or it won't work. So home he came with his injections and everything went fine until he had to go for his next appointment....it seems the injections haven't done what they were expected to do in keeping his blood count levels up, so now i'm panicking...
