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Very touching Bruce.
Mum has her one year X-Ray on the 15th.
Her FC day is on the 17th.
If we're not still talking by then I'll send her a card telling her my love goes into the X-Ray room with her. Because I can't help worrying and I do still care.

Good thoughts from Dwellars would help too.
But only if you're up late on the 14th - her appointment is 09.00 GMT (BST)

Nice picture-story.

Gene seems exceptionally spry for 90,
but at 90 and 89 yrs it is evidence they both chose their parents wisely.

At a Scrap yard I go to (to work on their scales) , there is this Older lady that sits in the window ,dealing with the customers , figuring out Scrap grades , handing out the money , etc ,,,,,,,,
I havent seen her there in a while ,

I saw her the other day , All slumped down on her self , Most of her hair was gone , And she was dressed All in Pink , and you could tell she didnt feel that well
I asked what was up , She Just looked at me , CANCER she said .
we talked , things dont look good , but they cought it Early

I told her about my Mom , her last Fly fishing trip , the good stuff .
She has a son in Italy , some Nice coastal town with Killer Views , Shes All ways wanted to go and just live there for a while , her Son is for it , she just cant go , to much family stuff in Arkansas .
I told her go for it !!!! if Not now WHEN ???!!! if you can Arrange things Right you can be Sick there as well as here .
She Looked up at me with this Glimmer in her eye ,
I Looked around ( this a CHURCH LADY if there ever was one, the higher the hair the closer to god type ) and said ( Quietly ) Fuck cancer !!
She Looked up at me , grinned and said Yeah Fuck cancer !!!!!

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Originally Posted by zippyt

Zip, with that mug of yours, you could say fuck cancer to the Queen of England, and she'd give you a high five.

Thanks for making an old lady's day, you done good.

The link says husband was WW1 Bomber Pilot. I don't think so. Even if WWl pilots had been bombers--do the math.

Also, might be a good idea if couples contemplating marrriage got that story and pictures as part of prenuptial counseling--but then you'd have a lot more one parent families, I guess.

Obviously WWI should have been WWII, but it's a wonderful story.

All marriages should be as durable as theirs has proven to be.

I just buried one of my best friends this morning, dead at age 52, one week to the day after walking into the ER under his own power with some abdominal distress. It was an inoperable liver tumor.

Fuck cancer.

Can I get a bigger font, here, please?

So sorry to hear that. My condolences to the family and friends.

OH and

FUCK CANCER

So sorry, Els - just glad he didn't suffer more though, liver cancer is one hell of a hard way to die.

Just to try and temper that with a bit of good news...
From looking at the X-Ray, it looks like Mum is completely in the clear.
She has an appointment to go back to see the specialist, but at first glance it seems the lumpectomy did the job.

And yes, I did write her a card and cut her a rose.
We're almost back to normal now, thank goodness.

To all who post here, who have or have had cancer, or who have friends or family with it, you have my sincere empathy. Having lost both parents, two sisters and a brother to that disease, and having it myself, I want to second what Bruce said, in that wonderful large font.

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Originally Posted by Elspode

I guess I'd choose that over the long lingering pain-filled cancer that took my Mom. 52 is too damn young though.

One of my oldest friends is near the end. He's been battling one of the worst cancers for a few years. I just talked to his sister - He is back in hospice trying to manage the pain and the swelling in his legs. He keeps saying he just wants to go home, begging to go home... Gahhhhhh. I'm not close enough, nor do I have the freedom to just go see him.

I'm torn between wanting him to fight and stay longer versus letting him go and having him finally be at peace. He's been in so much pain for so long.

So sorry classic. The choice - fight on or go - isn't yours. All you can do is help the family with what is. Wishing you strength to help you through your grief.

My cow orker who retired a bit early due to health issues just stopped in to tell us her cancer is back.

she'd had esophageal cancer some time ago. It came back last year. She fought it, and retired.

Well, it's back again. This isn't good. I've lost a friend to esophageal cancer.

And there's her husband, with her every step, taking care of her and loving her. He loves her so much, and it isn't fair and it isn't right for two such good people to have to deal with this. They also have young triplet granddaughters.

FUCK CANCER.

Sorry to hear that, infi. Fuck cancer, in spades and in every other suit and manner possible.

Thanks CaliMa. You're not stealing any stage...it helps us all to hear of others' experiences.

My friend who died from EC was a drummer in my ex's band. I'd known his wife since we were kids, then we all become buddies again years later. EC had also taken my friend's father.

He didn't smoke or anything: he just got it, and then he passed away from it.

It was terribly sad.

Out of the blue, maybe a year ago, a crazy ex GF to whom I hadn't spoken in almost 18 years emails me out of the blue, full of apologies, and fawning praise about what a great guy I am, how I am awesome to the 10th power, how I changed her life, and taught her so many things and so on etc.

I was polite and somewhat reserved, kept everything on a superficial level and didn't keep the ball rolling.

Over the next several months I would get semi-regular emails from her saying the same thing in different ways, and my responses were always neutral.

When I met her she had just had her 5 year anniversary of being cancer free (Lymphoma--I don't remember if it was Hodgkins or Non-Hodgkins) So eventually she gets around to telling me that she contacted me because it was her 20th Anniversary of being cancer-free and she had been thinking of me and how great I was etc etc (As I'm typing this I see the math doesn't work out, This should really be her 23rd year-- I suspect she might have made up the number 20 because it sounded better than 23)

A few weeks ago she mentioned that she was having health issues and didn't want to elaborate. Yesterday I get an email from her saying she has cancer and it is in an advanced stage, and she can't handle this without my help.

a. Fuck cancer.
b. Even though you are as mad as a shithouse rat, still, fuck cancer.
c. I'm sorry, but we dated for less than a year, 18 years ago, you'll need to find another support team.
d. Fuck craziness in the head.

I feel bad for anyone going through this shit, and this woman has had more than her share of shitty in this life even without the cancer, but I am having an awfully hard time scraping together much enthusiasm for her case.

It's the manipulative guilt trip thing and the bird with a broken wing thing that irks me. I think she remembers me when I was a knee-jerk caretaking fixer of other's problems rather than the sympathetic ear, that's tough breaks, kid, but I've got to deal with the mess I've made of my life right now, kind of guy I'm becoming.

Anyway, this maybe belongs in another thread, but it is sort of about cancer.

I was always the guy who would do anything for people, but after a while, I realized I was being taken somewhat advantage of. You learn to balance these things as you get older.

Sorry your crazy ex GF has cancer. You need to take care of yourself and children first. She's way down on the list of priorities.

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Originally Posted by glatt

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Originally Posted by glatt

There was a woman at the rehab yesterday wearing a shirt that said "F U (pink ribbon) K CANCER."

We're catching on.

The other way around.

I ran across a Fuck Cancer t-shirt online when Tril first had cancer. I posted the link and said that I thought it was perfect for her. I'm pretty sure that's how it got started.

Yes, they've been on the web a long time. I've seen a lot of avatars in a variety of forums, where women are using a head shot of themselves, or someone else, wearing a pink Fuck Cancer baseball cap.