Perhaps they were having issues and she/he/they decided that was the best thing to do. Sometimes in these situations, the pain and stress of watching those one cares for going through is overwhelming. Perhaps she needed to just focus on her situation and not him. There are many reasons why marriages end after one partner finds out they have a terminal illness. The statistics I've seen on marriages dissolving after a TBI are well over 80%.**
**I don't know how that number transfers to cancer, but I assume it must be similar.

That's a good point.

I'm sorry, glatt.

An old school friend of mine had a tumor the size of a pool ball removed from his head two days ago. It was cancerous, so now he has to go through radiation etc.

It fucking sux. This is on top of my aunt having a boob chopped off last week, and another aunt having a lump discovered in her throat which is being ent'd today (being assessed by an ear, nose and throat specialist I should have said). Results pending.

One of the local boys around here is still in a coma after being in a terrible head on collision on new years day and the doctors are starting to suggest that they need to 'think about his wishes', and that's never a good phrase to hear.

I feel like there's just been a shitstorm of shitful things happen around me lately. So much so that I'm starting to get really paranoid about something going wrong with this baby. I'm no spring chicken. chances of health issues for me or the baby are way high this time around.

God I'm a fucking pussy sometimes. I just can't stop crying now. :(

Oh my.. .. .. So very sorry Ali. Seems to come all at once, doesn't it.
Hang in there. (((Hugs)))

It does Classic. I'll be ok though. Just a moment of weakness. We all have them from time to time. :) Thanks.

Sorry Ali. FC

Hugs, Ali!


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My mood has hit the deck. Really missing my Pilaudog. Much as I look forward to Carrot, I'd sell my soul to have Pil back here with me now.

And she passed away yesterday afternoon.

sucky suck suckful.

I'm sorry glatt.

Ach glatt, so sorry.

Seems to be everywhere right now. J was in Hastings yesterday for Romy's funeral. The friend I mentioned a little while agio as having cancer. She was his dad's ex, mother of his half sister. And the other family friend who died about three years ago of cancer was her best friend and former lodger.

Meanwhile J's stepmum has just lost both parents within a few days of each other.

It was so sad. Her dad was slipping away and they'd been told it would be within a couple of days. So, she was supposed to be travelling down to be with her mum and say goodbye to her Dad. They'd talked about her mum moving up North to be nearer once he'd gone.

Next day, as Mandy and Les were preparing to set off they received word that her Mum had been rushed into hospital with a suspected appendicitis. A few hours later she was dead. It had been a burst bowel and she died on the operating table.

The only consolation in the end was that, with her Dad unconscious, neither parent had to experience losing the other.

Poor Jude is shellshocked with it all. He loved Romy, she was a big part of his life, particularly as a teenager. Losing Ronnie a few years ago hit him hard too, she was a good friend. And Mandy's parents were effectively his grandparents from the age of 11. And losing Pilau had also floored him. His Dad had a heart attack last year which scared the shit out of everyone.

I was talking to him the other day and he just seemed slightly punch drunk.

Glatt, Dana - so sorry you're going through the mill.



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Damn !!!

sorry all.

I have just had another friend tell me they've got a tumour in their brain and are having chemo. That's two people with brain tumours at the same time. Plus my aunt with breast cancer, and an uncle who's heading for a nursing home with alzhiemers.

I'm am so fucking sick of getting bad news. Every single day this last week, someone has told me something that alone would be enough to upset me.

Enough is a fucking nuff.