fuck cancer

it does feel strange appending "Colonel Poo" to a sincere post about something so awful but you are in my thoughts CP

Indeed, always so, and to Karl as well.

Fuck CP wish I could hug you.

I watched both my grandmother and grandfather die in the span of two years. I wasn't close to them at all. But it's horrendous, this disease.

I am so sorry, CP.

thinking of you cp, that’s rough news

Fuck cancer. Sending best wishes and hope the last two weeks have only brought positive news if anything. It's OK to be a mess, and also OK to not seem to be a mess to other people. Look after yourself.

How are you Nick?

sorry forgot to update - yes there has been some positive news I suppose, at least it's not as negative as we first thought. my wife will be starting new chemo next week, she had to have tests to see if it was compatible with her as there is some enzyme that most people have but some don't. anyway she tested positive, so her body can process the chemo. *if* it works, the average survival is 18 months. this is roughly what they'd been talking about before it turned up in her liver, so it might not effect her life expectancy in terms of duration that much. we are still in very hypothetical stages right now, they refused to go into any more detail about life expectancy until they have more information on how the chemo works

Much love your way, CP.

Cancer is bullshit and it fucking sucks. I’m so sorry. Can’t imagine all the things you must be feeling as you continue to navigate all this with yr wife. <3

GP scum have randomly denied my wife's naproxen prescription again. how these cunts have the nerve to call themselves doctors I don't know

sorry mate, got to cut the costs somehow though! have you tried meditation?

(my sympathies and sorry if this isn't the time for humour, however bitter)

CP - are there any channels for a complaint? The problem is you are so taken up by your loved one's illness there is very little room to think or do anything else.

We have to start documenting these, the first step is to complain to the practice manager, whose contact details are not on the surgery website. Only then can we make a complaint to the NHS. We've spent the last few weeks being pissed about by the DVLA and the DWP but that seems to be over now. It's not like we haven't got enough to deal with.

The NHS seems to be set up like this: competent, caring doctors work in hospitals. Useless incompetent fucking scum become GPs. My wife would have died from TB 10 years ago if we hadn't gone to A&E because the GP had sent her away several times saying it's just bronchitis. I fucking hate them all

otm that is definitely my (relatively short, and not for myself) experience of the NHS. "A lot of GPs are useless" is a taboo subject I think.

The NHS seems to be set up like this: competent, caring doctors work in hospitals. Useless incompetent fucking scum become GPs.

this was our experience.

my wife's aunt is sending us Naproxen via Amazon from the USA. yes, the NHS is so fucked that we are having to get medicine sent from overseas. it won't get here until the 20th and seriously if our cunt of a GP hasn't signed off the fucking prescription by then I'll probably burn the fucking surgery down, but it's a nice gesture

my uncle is currently in surgery to remove what they have found and hopefully not having anything much more present itself once theyre in.

hes a childless farmer bachelor pisshead but we could do with having. him around a while yet so heres hoping cancer gets fucked this time

Good luck for your uncle!

out, awake and well

every single landlord in the district cheered

Excellent.

All my love to those in this thread who have lost loved ones to the piece of shit that is cancer. In just four months it will be sixteen whole years since I lost my dad to the motherfucker and while it's become just one part of my personal history, I will never forget the three years my family dealt (or didn't deal) with his terminal diagnosis, nor will I forget that fateful Friday my mom and I had to make the difficult decision to transfer him to hospice care. Those memories never leave you, as I'm sure many of you here can attest. I also remember reading something a few years after Dad's death that has forever stuck with me; it stated that when someone is battling cancer, it's as if all their close family members are also battling the disease. While that may not be the absolute truth in that we never went through the hell that is chemotherapy or radiation nor suffered any of the physical symptoms of the actual patient, it does absolutely drain us emotionally and change us to our core and we become entirely too aware of the damage the disease can wreak, in a way no one else can comprehend.

Colonel Poo, I am terribly sorry your wife has been dealt the shittiest hand in terms of getting care and support outside of that which she gets from you. It has to be taking its toll on you and I dearly hope you can set aside even a little time in your assuredly packed schedule to take care of yourself. It would be beneficial not only to you but to your beloved. Your anecdotes give me pause and make me realize just how lucky my parents and I were that my dad received unquestionably excellent care and he received his terminal diagnosis back before the contemporary Puritan craze toward demonizing opioids, so he was able to receive effective pain management just by asking for it. It also sucks that you're having to battle so hard for something I could pick up off the shelf at any pharmacy for a few bucks.

(BTW, on behalf of the late and MUCH missed Mick Karn, fuck cancer.)

the naproxen situation is ridiculous, yes. it is available behind the counter at pharmacies for period pain, but you get like 7 pills for £5 or more, which would be prohibitively expensive on a long term basis, plus I'd have to rotate pharmacies because I think a man going in every 2 days to buy period pain pills would raise a few eyebrows. yet in the states you can buy a massive jar of Alleve for a few dollars. it's not like you can abuse the stuff!

Getting a couple things melted off my skull w/ radiation. Still more fun than the politics threads.

lol, but good luck dr m

we got our jar of 300 Naproxen in the post yesterday. Hah try making us run out again GP fucks (of course now we are waiting for a morphine prescription and might have less luck getting that through the post)

Good luck Dr Morbius!

Be well Morbs

Hang in there Morbius <3

good luck morbs, melt those fuckers

Good luck Morbs! Maybe it will give you the power to melt things with *your* skull.

alas they tell me i won't be radioactive

Good luck, Dr! As my dad put it before undergoing a similar process: may the rays Tchernobyl the shit out of those interlopers.

Best wishes to Col. Poo & his wife, & to Morbs and everyone else dealing with this stuff. My mother has been dealing with a lung cancer diagnosis since last September (non-small cell, upper lobe right lung), incl. a round of radiation in December. Followup PET scan last week shows no reduction in the lung mass and now a spot on the T9 vertebra. She's not cheerful about considering the end of her days, but pretty matter-of-fact, and more concerned that this wouldn't derail a knee replacement she has scheduled for next month.

Argh, sorry to hear that.

my first serious girlfriend stayed with her older sister in college. young love and my own familial situation being what it was i ended up de facto staying there too many nights until we moved in together after a couple of years

the sister had a kid, was three i suppose when i first started calling round. we'd end up as default babysitters a few nights a week, my first real exposure as a party responsible for the easing of tantrums and nighttime stories and watching teletubbies on repeat until he was ready to be removed comatose up to bed.

he was a brat and a terrorist and a rapscallion and if im any judge a good kid and, because his dad wasnt around much, i was i think pretty important to him as a proxy uncle for the next several years until the relationship ran its course in or around the turbulent year of 2005. i never bumped into him after that.

he died this morning after ten years of sickness on and off.

he was 25 and its no world at all, this world.

and fuck cancer.

ah fuck, that's horrible - sorry man

fuck cancer

Sorry to hear that deems.

I'm sorry Deems, that's rough.

sorry dmac, and fuck cancer

That's lousy, man - sorry to hear it.

Sorry to hear that. No one should die at 25.

sorry dmac, f effin cancer

tks guys nb fuck cancer

Very sorry, dmac. Fuck cancer.

deems <3

Condolences darragh

that’s awful. i’m so sorry deems <3

Sorry to hear that, deems. And fuck cancer.