Effing cancer is an effing effer, frankly
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Apologies for the ranty not quite swearing thread title.
My Dad died in 1994 of multiple myeloma. My sister died of the same in 2005, just a few months before our wedding. She always did have a sense of comedy timing, to the extent that when her (utterly brilliant) GP said "a few days... At the VERY most" she managed to string us along for another six weeks. Her husband had died about 15 years before of lung cancer, leaving her with two young kids to bring up.
Then another brother in law died of cancer the year after my sister, having had a persistent cough that he finally went to the doctor about in the January, to be told "12 months". He went back to Belfast to see a close friend of his who's a doctor, who suggested he'd probably be best not to book any summer holidays. He died in the July, a few months after my sister.
I know of several colleagues who've died of cancer too, and it never seems to be the "w
kers", it's always he good guys.
And finally, my cousin was diagnosed with throat cancer and has been getting progressively worse. I went to see him a couple of weeks ago, he couldn't speak so he had to write everything down, which I knew he found very frustrating. Two weeks ago, he was told 3-6 months. He'd planned a service of reconciliation with his ex-wife at the hospice he'd just been moved to, where he was a lot more comfortable and upbeat (as much as you can be).
So today at work, I managed, after much grovelling, to get an early dart next Wednesday to represent our side of the family at the service. I rang my Mum, to let her know, only to be told by (yet another) sister that she'd been called to he hospice with (yet more) sisters as my cousin was not at all well. He died just after they got there. He too leaves a ten year old daughter.
There's no point to this thread, other than I've found it cathartic to write down. I hope there will be the usual level of PH piss taking, so hopefully the thread won't get moved to some backwater.
And no, before you ask, I'm not posting pictures of my sisters. Or my Mum.
Oh yeah, fk YOU, CANCER. YOU fkING fkING ING fkER.
My Dad died in 1994 of multiple myeloma. My sister died of the same in 2005, just a few months before our wedding. She always did have a sense of comedy timing, to the extent that when her (utterly brilliant) GP said "a few days... At the VERY most" she managed to string us along for another six weeks. Her husband had died about 15 years before of lung cancer, leaving her with two young kids to bring up.
Then another brother in law died of cancer the year after my sister, having had a persistent cough that he finally went to the doctor about in the January, to be told "12 months". He went back to Belfast to see a close friend of his who's a doctor, who suggested he'd probably be best not to book any summer holidays. He died in the July, a few months after my sister.
I know of several colleagues who've died of cancer too, and it never seems to be the "w
kers", it's always he good guys. And finally, my cousin was diagnosed with throat cancer and has been getting progressively worse. I went to see him a couple of weeks ago, he couldn't speak so he had to write everything down, which I knew he found very frustrating. Two weeks ago, he was told 3-6 months. He'd planned a service of reconciliation with his ex-wife at the hospice he'd just been moved to, where he was a lot more comfortable and upbeat (as much as you can be).
So today at work, I managed, after much grovelling, to get an early dart next Wednesday to represent our side of the family at the service. I rang my Mum, to let her know, only to be told by (yet another) sister that she'd been called to he hospice with (yet more) sisters as my cousin was not at all well. He died just after they got there. He too leaves a ten year old daughter.
There's no point to this thread, other than I've found it cathartic to write down. I hope there will be the usual level of PH piss taking, so hopefully the thread won't get moved to some backwater.
And no, before you ask, I'm not posting pictures of my sisters. Or my Mum.
Oh yeah, f
k YOU, CANCER. YOU fkING fkING ING fkER. 
slopes said:
Considering your history, i am surprised there was not more swearing. Sympathies guy, i lost my dad to it but you really have been affected
I've become almost blasé about it. Sounds heartless, but life goes on. All I would say is if you're going to do something for somebody, do it. Don't put it off. Dibble said:
drivin_me_nuts said:
Can I slip in a little fk you cancer from my end?
Feel free. k you cancer from my end? New NSFW PH T shirt slogan? Or trending on Twitter, maybe?
king excellent idea. fk you cancer. From all of us at PH.In fact that's the best f
king idea I've read in a long time.drivin_me_nuts said:
This. This is the only t shirt I would consider buying. In fact, this is a fking excellent idea. fk you cancer. From all of us at PH.
In fact that's the best fking idea I've read in a long time.
Good idea, i'd buy one.king excellent idea. fk you cancer. From all of us at PH.In fact that's the best f
king idea I've read in a long time.Oh, and in behalf of my mum
f
k you cancer, you ing fk
Dibble said:
Great. Thread already moved. Any chance of it being returned to the Lounge please, Mods?
I could do with the greater level of piss taking I'm likely to get in there.
Good grief the level of moderation in this place gets worse and effing worse, morons the lot of 'em. Thoughts are with you Dibble, you seem to have seen more of the vicious bI could do with the greater level of piss taking I'm likely to get in there.
d than any one life should have to.http://www.phespirit.info/derekandclive/come_again...
I've lost several good friends and family members to this bd.
I guess all you can do is raise a glass or three to those you've lost and say "Meh! See you soon.".
Carpe Diem. You could get hit by a bus tomorrow. No point worrying about it.
I've lost several good friends and family members to this b
d.I guess all you can do is raise a glass or three to those you've lost and say "Meh! See you soon.".
Carpe Diem. You could get hit by a bus tomorrow. No point worrying about it.
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