fuck cancer

thinking of you and yours. cancer did a drive-by on my family this summer. it just really sucks.

• And maybe no more cake. At least not for me

haha.
this is spot on.
during our chaos we had so many cakes brought to ours that our freezer became full of cake.
took months before I could put a lasagna in there.
in fact scik, there are so many points in your post that hit home (especially the comfort zone that is the hospital) …
but hey.
hang on in there sir, there is a lot of love flowing in your direction.
xx

That’s really well written about a really shit time. Take care, man.

That’s really well written about a really shit time. Take care, man.

Resurrected my blog: https://sickmouthy.wordpress.com/category/langerhans/

https://sickmouthy.wordpress.com/2018/08/18/our-first-saturday-night-at-home-together-in-seven-weeks/

Well said, sir.

Nick / Colonel Poo - very sorry to hear about your situations (I rarely look at threads I haven't bookmarked so have just found out)

Hadn’t spotted CP’s awful news. Love to you and yours.

Fuck cancer forever.

https://sickmouthy.wordpress.com/2018/09/06/an-average-day-when-your-child-has-cancer/

you and yours have been in my thoughts a lot in recent weeks.
and while you are clearly biased, he really is very cute.
xx

Not fun reading, but a really good bit of writing. It's hard enough having a baby, the sleep deprivation and the worry, and this must be exponentially worse. Hope the treatment goes well.

Absolutely in no way comparable, but the brief time I spent in hospital with my small one was truly miserable - not even counting worry about his illness or ongoing care etc just being there with an overtired baby who wouldn't be put down to sleep, nowhere to crawl around, and when he did eventually sleep was woken up for obs - plus massively sleep-deprived myself - was thoroughly unpleasant. Plus all the logistics of family life and feeding myself. And time seeming to warp inside the hospital. I would've gone mad if I had to do it for another hour - I really feel for you both.

https://sickmouthy.wordpress.com/2018/09/20/casper-update/

The more you're in hospital the more you learn to deal with it; we have a 'go bag' semi-packed and ready to go with just a few key additions, and a 'routine' we can slip into pretty easily now. It's still horrible to be separated, to have to put Casper through the treatment (getting enough blood to run tests from him can be awful), and all that other stuff (sleep deprivation, managing Nora's emotions etc), but it becomes more dealable with.

Casper update: https://sickmouthy.wordpress.com/2018/10/01/family-life-with-an-ill-baby/

tldr: he's doing well but family life is awkward.

Sending best for sure.

https://sickmouthy.wordpress.com/2018/10/10/managing-my-emotions-managing-your-emotions/

Hard to find the words, but you sure did. That's beautiful and eloquent and very loving. I'm pretty sure you mum will be ok with the swearing and confession of hedonist adventures of yore. Even the running around naked part. <3 to you and your family man.

https://sickmouthy.wordpress.com/2018/10/18/stand-up-for-casper/

Thoughts with you and yours. Fuck cancer.

Wishing you smoother sailing ahead. Yay little Casper, I get the feeling this is harder on everyone else than it is on the little guy. Which is a good thing I suppose? Well really it all just sucks. Fuck u cancer.

fuck.
cry all you need to nick.
fear not what others think, its a necessary part of the process.
love-n-hugs to you and yours.
xxx

https://sickmouthy.wordpress.com/2018/10/25/oranges-and-lemons/

nick <3

I have to go down to London next week to attend the funeral of a old dear friend who died of brain cancer a week or so ago. He was in his late fifties. This is the second close friend I have lost to cancer in the last ten years - both of them heavy smokers. As the smoking of cigarettes becomes more and more of a minority habit, I hope that mine will be pretty much the last generation frequently killed off too soon and easily by smoking-related cancers. In the meantime, fuck cancer.

condolences to you and strength to nick

my fear is that other carcinogenic substances and activities are replacing smoking

indeed. Ward and Nick, <3

indeed to "fuck cancer". i don't know enough about other carcinogenic activities replacing smoking to "indeed" that, but it wouldn't be the most surprising thing, i suppose.

you guys <3
you are going through one of the shittiest things a person can go through.
Hospital is an awful place to spend a lot of time; no wonder it's gotten you down. I know I would not be able to deal.

i am so sorry nick, this is a hard, terrible thing that’s been visited upon you all. i hope your family can get back to the underappreciated tedium of normal life as soon as possible and that caspar has a long and healthy life and never remembers a thing. kia kaha<3

https://sickmouthy.wordpress.com/2018/11/02/in-limbo/

dunno what to say really but wishing the best for you all so fucking much

That’s all I want anyone to say really when I post in here. So thank you.

Echoing NickB

Echoplex on both over here
<3

All the love in the world to you guys right now, N.
<3

I can't imagine how difficult this must be, but wish for you to have the strength to deal with it.

Cancer sucks.

I lost my best friend of more than twenty years to lung cancer this summer at age 46 after a nearly three-year battle. He was the most fun-loving, laid-back cat, my best drinking buddy, and the person responsible for turning me on to more of my favorite music than anyone else. I still find it insane when I think he is actually gone. I feel so luck to have known him.

https://sickmouthy.wordpress.com/2018/11/09/caspers-lch/

https://sickmouthy.wordpress.com/2018/11/21/a-week-of-dabrafenib/

*crossed fingers*

Beautiful, tough writing. Hang in there. When the weight gain comes it will be great.

Any words I can write just seems inadequate. Team Mouthy all the way <3

You write beautifully about an ugly thing, wish you all the very best

Casper’s blood results today are even better. 🤞

great news - wishing the best for all of you

That's great to hear

y'know it's bad enough when your wife has terminal cancer without the fucking cunts that work in GP's surgeries. I know it's a cliché but it really seems like a job requirement to be literal vermin to work as GP's receptionist, we've been to 3 in the last 2 years and they are *all* fucking useless arseholes. my wife is out of her pain medication *again* the prescription was put through by the pharmacy over a week ago, the pharmacy has chased them 3 times, we've chased them twice, why can't they just do their fucking jobs the fucking pieces of shit. they just flat out lie to you when you do get through on the phone, I know that for a fact because they've done it with my medication when they've fucked that up. why does this keep happening

dammit Colonel, i'm sorry.