The cancer is back. It felt like it was never really away.

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foggy said:
I've been to see the oncologist today. She asked me what I was expecting. I said I'm expecting to need more treatment. She told me I was correct. Is this the right way to tell somebody their cancer has returned? Is getting the answer correct supposed to help the absolute shit shovel that's just been twatted off my head? As my world came crashing down again, she added it had now spread to my liver. Our lass let out an audible gasp sigh thing. I hate hurting those closest to me. I wish I wasn't such a bother. The oncologist said it was 'a bummer'. I agreed. Then I asked her about her journey in. She had to get the train and was late. The weather was much better by now. We're all comfortable when we're talking weather. Then I signed the consent forms. Again.

So it's back to the chemo ward soon. I think some may know what that means. Attention seeking bellendery musings. No more surgery though. I don't think I could take any more. Now it's just time. In a lucky coincidence timing wise, the bairn flew up from Bristol this morning for a break at home,. I'd much rather she is up here than having to deal with the news miles from home. I can say it's ok and we'll have a hug. It took me nearly three hours to get to the airport. I don't think I've ever been so happy in a traffic jam. She's with me all day tomorrow. Well she's doing her dissertation and I'm chef. I've just had my loft done out. It's quite the place to dissert. We're having Caesar salad. I had a gout attack a month ago so went in to give blood to test uric acid levels. The nurse said I would also have a health check. I thought that was nice of them. Turns out I am also diabetic. It doesn't just rain...Anyway Caesar salad it is. And ice cream for pud. Fuck 'em.

I need painkillers. Lots of strong ones. Once I got over the operation I had a two week window, probably over Christmas luckily enough, where I was recovering nicely before the tumours and surgical scars had their way with my nerves. My nervous system is working very well. I am in no doubt about the amount of things inside me that aren't what they should be.

I feel quite relaxed. It's always better to know, no matter how bad the knowing what it is is. The graduation is 21st July so I have a target. It's always been the target but now it has a real date. Before that she turns 21 too. I may be packing my bags but they're not being weighed in just yet.

All the best.
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You Sir are an absolute f***ing beast with more balls in your little finger than most of us will ever have to employ.....Love/hate reading your story as you write so brilliantly. You are in inspiration mate and I dont say that about many people. Not gonna say good luck or all that bollox, I think its clear from your story to date that luck has no part in any of this shit. I desperately want to open the SMB one day to know that you are free from this f***ing evil disease.
 
There are no words foggy, I read this thread when it had 1 reply and my heart sank as soon as I saw the news. I have gone away a few times and came back to re-read your post and the rest of the replies from everyone

Just know you're in my thoughts, and good luck.
 
Father Jack Hackett said:
My Mam has just found out today that hers is back, almost exactly a year after she was given the all clear.

Keep fighting Foggy lad
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That's awful news.
As with Foggy, I wish your Mam, hope, strength, courage and positivity, by the bucketful.
Fingers crossed she makes a full recovery. 🤞
 
Shit news @foggy

However, you have battled on and kept going so no reason whatsoever you won't be here for many memorable moments yet, including the graduation. It's my lads in July too so we can chat on a thread then about how proud we all are.

Take care and enjoy the ice cream.
 
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