Chemo no 5 - The Rules of Life and What Is Most Important

[Cowvahlo]

Well to me anyhoo

Sat here connected up to my old friend Metal Mickey while he delivers the poison into my chest port so it’s time to muse. As ever this is for me while I’m spaced out on drugs to pass time, think about life, the future and the now, but feel free to read, reply saying ‘I’m not reading all that’, add your own quirky rules of life, call me an attention seeking tosser, whatever.

So I may be checking out sooner than planned but I've had a year or so of what they call 'putting things in perspective'. In that time I've come to appreciate stuff which has risen, not necessarily to the top, but bubbled its way upwards. Some seem trivial and some are obvious. I'll start with the obvious.

Family - number one by a country mile. I know they have it in the job description but having good family support just spreads the shit out automatically so its so much easier to deal with all the embuggerence. There’s a circles theory that you can only moan to those in the bigger circle outwards and not inwards. So I’m in the centre and there’s no twisting allowed about ‘how hard it is’ for them. My family have never complained. I just get unlimited support. I try to be normal and not be a bother and whatnot but they have been quite frankly amazing.

The Other Half - she has turned out to be a bloody diamond despite my moaning on about her (and to her) for years. There's still loads that irritate me and I may have written about this in the 'things that irritate you' thread but I know I have a good one there, despite her putting milk in the cup before the teabag and whatnot.

She left a cup of tea on my solid f***ing teak sink unit -look at me etc- in the bathroom the other day which left a stain - I’m with Larry David on this , respect the f***ing wood. Maybe I’m a bit mental about stuff, this is her take anyway. Despite all this I think she is is as important as the family section. I’m not ‘brave’ all the time and only she sees the tears, the breakdowns and the mental anguish that nobody else does, ever. It’s not very often but it happens.

Cancer is painful, it really f***ing hurts, there is only escape in sleep. Sometimes I know I’m in a dream purely because I’m not in pain so I know it isn’t real. It’s been over a year so I’ve forgotten what pain free is. Pills help but it never goes away. So yes, sometimes I cry. More so when looking at old photos of the bairn and the potential lack of future with her than because of the tumours dancing on my nerve ends. Moan over.

Real friends - I try not to be an attention seeking bell, honestly, but there are some that have given me great strength. Proper topper people and eternally optimistic. Know the good ones and pay it back before you owe it, they are worth it. I include some of my virtual friends in here. Some of yers are just topper too - sending hugs huns

They are easy so on to the others

Appreciate things and tell people if they do things you appreciate. It's one of the best words in the English Language. Try it for a while and watch the reaction

Live in the moment. What are you doing now? Or just before reading this? If you’re having a good time, know it, there and then. Take a moment to stop, empty your head of the bullshit and just drink in the stuff that makes you happy. Sometimes I’m like a 10 year old on Christmas Eve over nowt in particular

Enough new age bunkum, the little things -

Buy proper eggs. Not for the chicken, I’m not really a tree hugger, but get the golden yolk ones. Eggs are f***ing brilliant so nee skimping. And do not keep them in the fridge.

Cook. Or learn to. Start with eggs, scramble them and don’t use a microwave. Then chop an onion and make something, fuck recipes, google what you’ve got and there will be something on the internet which will closely match what you have, it doesn’t have to be exact. Put baked beans in chilli con carne if you want. Fuck foodies banging on about authenticity. If you think it will taste nice, it probably will. Buy that fresh bit of cod, get home, put the pan on and cook it, skin down first, couple of minutes, turn over repeat, season and use some butter.

On the subject of butter. Get proper butter. These low fat spread, can’t believe it’s not shite, are work of the devil, made using ant’s testicles and just plain f***ing wrong. And keep it in the cupboard unless there’s a heatwave.

Buy salad. But put some dressing on it and eat it, don’t leave it at the bottom of the fridge and chuck it out a few days later. It takes ages to eat salad, put some meat in if you have to but try it. Then add things like avocado, peppers or whatever you like. Get your store cupboard stocked up. Have some music or a radio to listen to. It’s therapy for me.

Our lass likes that I cook too. It’s the only time she says “That was amazing” sadly.

Your car is not important. It needs to get you somewhere so look after it and that’s it. Unless it’s your hobby, insert caveat here. Cars can make some people happy so car away.

People matter so much more than things. I have a lot of things. I’m a gadget nerd and my employers promoted me over the years and paid me more each time bless them. So I bought things. I’ve got a proper old terraced house and I f***ing love it. High ceilings, git big skirting boards, fireplaces, a wood stove and it doesn’t creak like a new build coz they built them proper back then. I have a man cave up in the loft with things what make me happy - no it isn’t a sex dungeon or owt. Despite all this there is no substitute for having people round for a good old chat and a laugh. It helps if you like them. I treat people like I would like to be treated. It’s a simple and old mantra but it works for me.

Tidy up you lazy bastards

Travel. I can’t but I used to. Do city breaks and steep yourself in the culture. Go to Yellowstone, the Grand Canyon, the Norwegian fjords and other amazing places. All inclusive, running for the sunbeds and lying there with the sun tan lotion is bollocks. You don’t look good with a tan. You look weird. And it isn’t good for you. You can eat shit food and drink too much alcohol anywhere.

Don’t drop litter or pick it up if you do. You lazy bastards.

Don’t smoke. Most people don’t. It isn’t hard. Just stop doing it. There’s a lass here in the chemo ward, with her mother, who has been out 3 times for a tab. She’s 10 feet away and she stinks. There’s no need for patches. It isn’t your friend that you will miss. It’s disgusting and it harms others. So don’t.

You are all going to die so don’t waste it. I’m naturally more aware of it and may be in the fast lane but I’ll see you all up there one day. Well apart from the wrong uns obviously. In the meantime cherish every day. Even the shit ones.

Don’t chew with your mouth open.

And keep the faith. I’m being disconnected now so ta’ra

All the best

Cracking post you bellend, got a little sonething in my eye here....can’t believe someone can be as passionate about eggs as you are.

Keep fighting the bastard mate, good luck and look forward to your next update!

 

[Deleted member 5265]

Well to me anyhoo

Sat here connected up to my old friend Metal Mickey while he delivers the poison into my chest port so it’s time to muse. As ever this is for me while I’m spaced out on drugs to pass time, think about life, the future and the now, but feel free to read, reply saying ‘I’m not reading all that’, add your own quirky rules of life, call me an attention seeking tosser, whatever.

So I may be checking out sooner than planned but I've had a year or so of what they call 'putting things in perspective'. In that time I've come to appreciate stuff which has risen, not necessarily to the top, but bubbled its way upwards. Some seem trivial and some are obvious. I'll start with the obvious.

Family - number one by a country mile. I know they have it in the job description but having good family support just spreads the shit out automatically so its so much easier to deal with all the embuggerence. There’s a circles theory that you can only moan to those in the bigger circle outwards and not inwards. So I’m in the centre and there’s no twisting allowed about ‘how hard it is’ for them. My family have never complained. I just get unlimited support. I try to be normal and not be a bother and whatnot but they have been quite frankly amazing.

The Other Half - she has turned out to be a bloody diamond despite my moaning on about her (and to her) for years. There's still loads that irritate me and I may have written about this in the 'things that irritate you' thread but I know I have a good one there, despite her putting milk in the cup before the teabag and whatnot.

She left a cup of tea on my solid f***ing teak sink unit -look at me etc- in the bathroom the other day which left a stain - I’m with Larry David on this , respect the f***ing wood. Maybe I’m a bit mental about stuff, this is her take anyway. Despite all this I think she is is as important as the family section. I’m not ‘brave’ all the time and only she sees the tears, the breakdowns and the mental anguish that nobody else does, ever. It’s not very often but it happens.

Cancer is painful, it really f***ing hurts, there is only escape in sleep. Sometimes I know I’m in a dream purely because I’m not in pain so I know it isn’t real. It’s been over a year so I’ve forgotten what pain free is. Pills help but it never goes away. So yes, sometimes I cry. More so when looking at old photos of the bairn and the potential lack of future with her than because of the tumours dancing on my nerve ends. Moan over.

Real friends - I try not to be an attention seeking bell, honestly, but there are some that have given me great strength. Proper topper people and eternally optimistic. Know the good ones and pay it back before you owe it, they are worth it. I include some of my virtual friends in here. Some of yers are just topper too - sending hugs huns

They are easy so on to the others

Appreciate things and tell people if they do things you appreciate. It's one of the best words in the English Language. Try it for a while and watch the reaction

Live in the moment. What are you doing now? Or just before reading this? If you’re having a good time, know it, there and then. Take a moment to stop, empty your head of the bullshit and just drink in the stuff that makes you happy. Sometimes I’m like a 10 year old on Christmas Eve over nowt in particular

Enough new age bunkum, the little things -

Buy proper eggs. Not for the chicken, I’m not really a tree hugger, but get the golden yolk ones. Eggs are f***ing brilliant so nee skimping. And do not keep them in the fridge.

Cook. Or learn to. Start with eggs, scramble them and don’t use a microwave. Then chop an onion and make something, fuck recipes, google what you’ve got and there will be something on the internet which will closely match what you have, it doesn’t have to be exact. Put baked beans in chilli con carne if you want. Fuck foodies banging on about authenticity. If you think it will taste nice, it probably will. Buy that fresh bit of cod, get home, put the pan on and cook it, skin down first, couple of minutes, turn over repeat, season and use some butter.

On the subject of butter. Get proper butter. These low fat spread, can’t believe it’s not shite, are work of the devil, made using ant’s testicles and just plain f***ing wrong. And keep it in the cupboard unless there’s a heatwave.

Buy salad. But put some dressing on it and eat it, don’t leave it at the bottom of the fridge and chuck it out a few days later. It takes ages to eat salad, put some meat in if you have to but try it. Then add things like avocado, peppers or whatever you like. Get your store cupboard stocked up. Have some music or a radio to listen to. It’s therapy for me.

Our lass likes that I cook too. It’s the only time she says “That was amazing” sadly.

Your car is not important. It needs to get you somewhere so look after it and that’s it. Unless it’s your hobby, insert caveat here. Cars can make some people happy so car away.

People matter so much more than things. I have a lot of things. I’m a gadget nerd and my employers promoted me over the years and paid me more each time bless them. So I bought things. I’ve got a proper old terraced house and I f***ing love it. High ceilings, git big skirting boards, fireplaces, a wood stove and it doesn’t creak like a new build coz they built them proper back then. I have a man cave up in the loft with things what make me happy - no it isn’t a sex dungeon or owt. Despite all this there is no substitute for having people round for a good old chat and a laugh. It helps if you like them. I treat people like I would like to be treated. It’s a simple and old mantra but it works for me.

Tidy up you lazy bastards

Travel. I can’t but I used to. Do city breaks and steep yourself in the culture. Go to Yellowstone, the Grand Canyon, the Norwegian fjords and other amazing places. All inclusive, running for the sunbeds and lying there with the sun tan lotion is bollocks. You don’t look good with a tan. You look weird. And it isn’t good for you. You can eat shit food and drink too much alcohol anywhere.

Don’t drop litter or pick it up if you do. You lazy bastards.

Don’t smoke. Most people don’t. It isn’t hard. Just stop doing it. There’s a lass here in the chemo ward, with her mother, who has been out 3 times for a tab. She’s 10 feet away and she stinks. There’s no need for patches. It isn’t your friend that you will miss. It’s disgusting and it harms others. So don’t.

You are all going to die so don’t waste it. I’m naturally more aware of it and may be in the fast lane but I’ll see you all up there one day. Well apart from the wrong uns obviously. In the meantime cherish every day. Even the shit ones.

Don’t chew with your mouth open.

And keep the faith. I’m being disconnected now so ta’ra

All the best

I love a paragraph that begins ‘On the subject of butter.’ Butter is indeed excellent, as is talking about butter. Stop all the clocks, lock all the doors, let’s talk about butter. And eat some.

God bless you lovely @foggy , what an excellent piece of ruminating. Every finger crossed that the poison does its work xxx.

Now, butter. Salted or unsalted?

 

[Stray Cat]

Duck eggs are mint


Good luck Foggy

 

[foggy]

Thanks for the advice Foggy, I'll take it on board.

I love a paragraph that begins ‘On the subject of butter.’ Butter is indeed excellent, as is talking about butter. Stop all the clocks, lock all the doors, let’s talk about butter. And eat some.

God bless you lovely @foggy , what an excellent piece of ruminating. Every finger crossed that the poison does its work xxx.

Now, butter. Salted or unsalted?

Ah a good question. I think it should be unsalted as you can control that yourself but I get salted, because I know it's naughty but it tastes better. I am bit bakey sometimes so that would be where the unsalted should probably be used and the salted for toast. Am I a pariah?

Thanks for yours and everybody else's kind words while I'm on. I do write it all in the chemo ward as it's even better than sitting on the pot for a bit of musing and reflecting time.

I appreciate every last one of you

Duck eggs are mint


Good luck Foggy

Duck eggs? I'll put them on me shopping list ta

 

[snarlz II]

Good luck to you mate. Was there with my wife through all the chemo etc so I know luck has fuck all to do with it but you know what I mean. Stay strong.

 

[janey]

Well to me anyhoo

Sat here connected up to my old friend Metal Mickey while he delivers the poison into my chest port so it’s time to muse. As ever this is for me while I’m spaced out on drugs to pass time, think about life, the future and the now, but feel free to read, reply saying ‘I’m not reading all that’, add your own quirky rules of life, call me an attention seeking tosser, whatever.

So I may be checking out sooner than planned but I've had a year or so of what they call 'putting things in perspective'. In that time I've come to appreciate stuff which has risen, not necessarily to the top, but bubbled its way upwards. Some seem trivial and some are obvious. I'll start with the obvious.

Family - number one by a country mile. I know they have it in the job description but having good family support just spreads the shit out automatically so its so much easier to deal with all the embuggerence. There’s a circles theory that you can only moan to those in the bigger circle outwards and not inwards. So I’m in the centre and there’s no twisting allowed about ‘how hard it is’ for them. My family have never complained. I just get unlimited support. I try to be normal and not be a bother and whatnot but they have been quite frankly amazing.

The Other Half - she has turned out to be a bloody diamond despite my moaning on about her (and to her) for years. There's still loads that irritate me and I may have written about this in the 'things that irritate you' thread but I know I have a good one there, despite her putting milk in the cup before the teabag and whatnot.

She left a cup of tea on my solid f***ing teak sink unit -look at me etc- in the bathroom the other day which left a stain - I’m with Larry David on this , respect the f***ing wood. Maybe I’m a bit mental about stuff, this is her take anyway. Despite all this I think she is is as important as the family section. I’m not ‘brave’ all the time and only she sees the tears, the breakdowns and the mental anguish that nobody else does, ever. It’s not very often but it happens.

Cancer is painful, it really f***ing hurts, there is only escape in sleep. Sometimes I know I’m in a dream purely because I’m not in pain so I know it isn’t real. It’s been over a year so I’ve forgotten what pain free is. Pills help but it never goes away. So yes, sometimes I cry. More so when looking at old photos of the bairn and the potential lack of future with her than because of the tumours dancing on my nerve ends. Moan over.

Real friends - I try not to be an attention seeking bell, honestly, but there are some that have given me great strength. Proper topper people and eternally optimistic. Know the good ones and pay it back before you owe it, they are worth it. I include some of my virtual friends in here. Some of yers are just topper too - sending hugs huns

They are easy so on to the others

Appreciate things and tell people if they do things you appreciate. It's one of the best words in the English Language. Try it for a while and watch the reaction

Live in the moment. What are you doing now? Or just before reading this? If you’re having a good time, know it, there and then. Take a moment to stop, empty your head of the bullshit and just drink in the stuff that makes you happy. Sometimes I’m like a 10 year old on Christmas Eve over nowt in particular

Enough new age bunkum, the little things -

Buy proper eggs. Not for the chicken, I’m not really a tree hugger, but get the golden yolk ones. Eggs are f***ing brilliant so nee skimping. And do not keep them in the fridge.

Cook. Or learn to. Start with eggs, scramble them and don’t use a microwave. Then chop an onion and make something, fuck recipes, google what you’ve got and there will be something on the internet which will closely match what you have, it doesn’t have to be exact. Put baked beans in chilli con carne if you want. Fuck foodies banging on about authenticity. If you think it will taste nice, it probably will. Buy that fresh bit of cod, get home, put the pan on and cook it, skin down first, couple of minutes, turn over repeat, season and use some butter.

On the subject of butter. Get proper butter. These low fat spread, can’t believe it’s not shite, are work of the devil, made using ant’s testicles and just plain f***ing wrong. And keep it in the cupboard unless there’s a heatwave.

Buy salad. But put some dressing on it and eat it, don’t leave it at the bottom of the fridge and chuck it out a few days later. It takes ages to eat salad, put some meat in if you have to but try it. Then add things like avocado, peppers or whatever you like. Get your store cupboard stocked up. Have some music or a radio to listen to. It’s therapy for me.

Our lass likes that I cook too. It’s the only time she says “That was amazing” sadly.

Your car is not important. It needs to get you somewhere so look after it and that’s it. Unless it’s your hobby, insert caveat here. Cars can make some people happy so car away.

People matter so much more than things. I have a lot of things. I’m a gadget nerd and my employers promoted me over the years and paid me more each time bless them. So I bought things. I’ve got a proper old terraced house and I f***ing love it. High ceilings, git big skirting boards, fireplaces, a wood stove and it doesn’t creak like a new build coz they built them proper back then. I have a man cave up in the loft with things what make me happy - no it isn’t a sex dungeon or owt. Despite all this there is no substitute for having people round for a good old chat and a laugh. It helps if you like them. I treat people like I would like to be treated. It’s a simple and old mantra but it works for me.

Tidy up you lazy bastards

Travel. I can’t but I used to. Do city breaks and steep yourself in the culture. Go to Yellowstone, the Grand Canyon, the Norwegian fjords and other amazing places. All inclusive, running for the sunbeds and lying there with the sun tan lotion is bollocks. You don’t look good with a tan. You look weird. And it isn’t good for you. You can eat shit food and drink too much alcohol anywhere.

Don’t drop litter or pick it up if you do. You lazy bastards.

Don’t smoke. Most people don’t. It isn’t hard. Just stop doing it. There’s a lass here in the chemo ward, with her mother, who has been out 3 times for a tab. She’s 10 feet away and she stinks. There’s no need for patches. It isn’t your friend that you will miss. It’s disgusting and it harms others. So don’t.

You are all going to die so don’t waste it. I’m naturally more aware of it and may be in the fast lane but I’ll see you all up there one day. Well apart from the wrong uns obviously. In the meantime cherish every day. Even the shit ones.

Don’t chew with your mouth open.

And keep the faith. I’m being disconnected now so ta’ra

All the best

Brilliant, I cried laughing and I just cried xx

 

[Goat Eyes]

I love a paragraph that begins ‘On the subject of butter.’ Butter is indeed excellent, as is talking about butter. Stop all the clocks, lock all the doors, let’s talk about butter. And eat some.

God bless you lovely @foggy , what an excellent piece of ruminating. Every finger crossed that the poison does its work xxx.

Now, butter. Salted or unsalted?

Salted all day.

 

[foggy]

Brilliant, I cried laughing and I just cried xx

Another one of the very best on here if I do say so. Good wishes to all in the Janey clan and the bestest one to your dad of course

 

[Tomma]

Just read your post and felt the power and positivity in every word. Except about the eggs - can't stand the bloody things.
Big virtual manly man-hugs and back slaps and all that - love what you gave us all through your thoughts.

 

[janey]

Another one of the very best on here if I do say so. Good wishes to all in the Janey clan and the bestest one to your dad of course

Thank you and right back at you and yours xxx

 

[Dilligaf60]

Well to me anyhoo

Sat here connected up to my old friend Metal Mickey while he delivers the poison into my chest port so it’s time to muse. As ever this is for me while I’m spaced out on drugs to pass time, think about life, the future and the now, but feel free to read, reply saying ‘I’m not reading all that’, add your own quirky rules of life, call me an attention seeking tosser, whatever.

So I may be checking out sooner than planned but I've had a year or so of what they call 'putting things in perspective'. In that time I've come to appreciate stuff which has risen, not necessarily to the top, but bubbled its way upwards. Some seem trivial and some are obvious. I'll start with the obvious.

Family - number one by a country mile. I know they have it in the job description but having good family support just spreads the shit out automatically so its so much easier to deal with all the embuggerence. There’s a circles theory that you can only moan to those in the bigger circle outwards and not inwards. So I’m in the centre and there’s no twisting allowed about ‘how hard it is’ for them. My family have never complained. I just get unlimited support. I try to be normal and not be a bother and whatnot but they have been quite frankly amazing.

The Other Half - she has turned out to be a bloody diamond despite my moaning on about her (and to her) for years. There's still loads that irritate me and I may have written about this in the 'things that irritate you' thread but I know I have a good one there, despite her putting milk in the cup before the teabag and whatnot.

She left a cup of tea on my solid f***ing teak sink unit -look at me etc- in the bathroom the other day which left a stain - I’m with Larry David on this , respect the f***ing wood. Maybe I’m a bit mental about stuff, this is her take anyway. Despite all this I think she is is as important as the family section. I’m not ‘brave’ all the time and only she sees the tears, the breakdowns and the mental anguish that nobody else does, ever. It’s not very often but it happens.

Cancer is painful, it really f***ing hurts, there is only escape in sleep. Sometimes I know I’m in a dream purely because I’m not in pain so I know it isn’t real. It’s been over a year so I’ve forgotten what pain free is. Pills help but it never goes away. So yes, sometimes I cry. More so when looking at old photos of the bairn and the potential lack of future with her than because of the tumours dancing on my nerve ends. Moan over.

Real friends - I try not to be an attention seeking bell, honestly, but there are some that have given me great strength. Proper topper people and eternally optimistic. Know the good ones and pay it back before you owe it, they are worth it. I include some of my virtual friends in here. Some of yers are just topper too - sending hugs huns

They are easy so on to the others

Appreciate things and tell people if they do things you appreciate. It's one of the best words in the English Language. Try it for a while and watch the reaction

Live in the moment. What are you doing now? Or just before reading this? If you’re having a good time, know it, there and then. Take a moment to stop, empty your head of the bullshit and just drink in the stuff that makes you happy. Sometimes I’m like a 10 year old on Christmas Eve over nowt in particular

Enough new age bunkum, the little things -

Buy proper eggs. Not for the chicken, I’m not really a tree hugger, but get the golden yolk ones. Eggs are f***ing brilliant so nee skimping. And do not keep them in the fridge.

Cook. Or learn to. Start with eggs, scramble them and don’t use a microwave. Then chop an onion and make something, fuck recipes, google what you’ve got and there will be something on the internet which will closely match what you have, it doesn’t have to be exact. Put baked beans in chilli con carne if you want. Fuck foodies banging on about authenticity. If you think it will taste nice, it probably will. Buy that fresh bit of cod, get home, put the pan on and cook it, skin down first, couple of minutes, turn over repeat, season and use some butter.

On the subject of butter. Get proper butter. These low fat spread, can’t believe it’s not shite, are work of the devil, made using ant’s testicles and just plain f***ing wrong. And keep it in the cupboard unless there’s a heatwave.

Buy salad. But put some dressing on it and eat it, don’t leave it at the bottom of the fridge and chuck it out a few days later. It takes ages to eat salad, put some meat in if you have to but try it. Then add things like avocado, peppers or whatever you like. Get your store cupboard stocked up. Have some music or a radio to listen to. It’s therapy for me.

Our lass likes that I cook too. It’s the only time she says “That was amazing” sadly.

Your car is not important. It needs to get you somewhere so look after it and that’s it. Unless it’s your hobby, insert caveat here. Cars can make some people happy so car away.

People matter so much more than things. I have a lot of things. I’m a gadget nerd and my employers promoted me over the years and paid me more each time bless them. So I bought things. I’ve got a proper old terraced house and I f***ing love it. High ceilings, git big skirting boards, fireplaces, a wood stove and it doesn’t creak like a new build coz they built them proper back then. I have a man cave up in the loft with things what make me happy - no it isn’t a sex dungeon or owt. Despite all this there is no substitute for having people round for a good old chat and a laugh. It helps if you like them. I treat people like I would like to be treated. It’s a simple and old mantra but it works for me.

Tidy up you lazy bastards

Travel. I can’t but I used to. Do city breaks and steep yourself in the culture. Go to Yellowstone, the Grand Canyon, the Norwegian fjords and other amazing places. All inclusive, running for the sunbeds and lying there with the sun tan lotion is bollocks. You don’t look good with a tan. You look weird. And it isn’t good for you. You can eat shit food and drink too much alcohol anywhere.

Don’t drop litter or pick it up if you do. You lazy bastards.

Don’t smoke. Most people don’t. It isn’t hard. Just stop doing it. There’s a lass here in the chemo ward, with her mother, who has been out 3 times for a tab. She’s 10 feet away and she stinks. There’s no need for patches. It isn’t your friend that you will miss. It’s disgusting and it harms others. So don’t.

You are all going to die so don’t waste it. I’m naturally more aware of it and may be in the fast lane but I’ll see you all up there one day. Well apart from the wrong uns obviously. In the meantime cherish every day. Even the shit ones.

Don’t chew with your mouth open.

And keep the faith. I’m being disconnected now so ta’ra

All the best

It's a long while since I read anything as poignant and moving as this post. There's a lesson there for us all.
You have the heart of a lion my friend.
Stay strong and keep fighting.

 

[Old Prestonian]

Only 4 hours ago i had a very attractive female doctors finger up my rear entrance. The original appointment was for a male doctor, but had to re-arrange and just expected it to be a bloke. Quite pleased it wasn't now. I'm sure it was the highlight of her day.

I hope she had long fingernails.

 

[Porridge]

Top post @foggy

Others have covered the other stuff so I'll just say that I'm with you on the travelling.

We're driving around Croatia at the moment.

Got a long trip to the States booked (Inc the Grand Canyon)

Got a cruise to the Norwegian Fjords booked too.

So we're doing 2 out of the 3 you mentioned!

All the best! Long may you keep us entertained with your posts

Take care

 

[Brian Griffin]

Well to me anyhoo

Sat here connected up to my old friend Metal Mickey while he delivers the poison into my chest port so it’s time to muse. As ever this is for me while I’m spaced out on drugs to pass time, think about life, the future and the now, but feel free to read, reply saying ‘I’m not reading all that’, add your own quirky rules of life, call me an attention seeking tosser, whatever.

So I may be checking out sooner than planned but I've had a year or so of what they call 'putting things in perspective'. In that time I've come to appreciate stuff which has risen, not necessarily to the top, but bubbled its way upwards. Some seem trivial and some are obvious. I'll start with the obvious.

Family - number one by a country mile. I know they have it in the job description but having good family support just spreads the shit out automatically so its so much easier to deal with all the embuggerence. There’s a circles theory that you can only moan to those in the bigger circle outwards and not inwards. So I’m in the centre and there’s no twisting allowed about ‘how hard it is’ for them. My family have never complained. I just get unlimited support. I try to be normal and not be a bother and whatnot but they have been quite frankly amazing.

The Other Half - she has turned out to be a bloody diamond despite my moaning on about her (and to her) for years. There's still loads that irritate me and I may have written about this in the 'things that irritate you' thread but I know I have a good one there, despite her putting milk in the cup before the teabag and whatnot.

She left a cup of tea on my solid f***ing teak sink unit -look at me etc- in the bathroom the other day which left a stain - I’m with Larry David on this , respect the f***ing wood. Maybe I’m a bit mental about stuff, this is her take anyway. Despite all this I think she is is as important as the family section. I’m not ‘brave’ all the time and only she sees the tears, the breakdowns and the mental anguish that nobody else does, ever. It’s not very often but it happens.

Cancer is painful, it really f***ing hurts, there is only escape in sleep. Sometimes I know I’m in a dream purely because I’m not in pain so I know it isn’t real. It’s been over a year so I’ve forgotten what pain free is. Pills help but it never goes away. So yes, sometimes I cry. More so when looking at old photos of the bairn and the potential lack of future with her than because of the tumours dancing on my nerve ends. Moan over.

Real friends - I try not to be an attention seeking bell, honestly, but there are some that have given me great strength. Proper topper people and eternally optimistic. Know the good ones and pay it back before you owe it, they are worth it. I include some of my virtual friends in here. Some of yers are just topper too - sending hugs huns

They are easy so on to the others

Appreciate things and tell people if they do things you appreciate. It's one of the best words in the English Language. Try it for a while and watch the reaction

Live in the moment. What are you doing now? Or just before reading this? If you’re having a good time, know it, there and then. Take a moment to stop, empty your head of the bullshit and just drink in the stuff that makes you happy. Sometimes I’m like a 10 year old on Christmas Eve over nowt in particular

Enough new age bunkum, the little things -

Buy proper eggs. Not for the chicken, I’m not really a tree hugger, but get the golden yolk ones. Eggs are f***ing brilliant so nee skimping. And do not keep them in the fridge.

Cook. Or learn to. Start with eggs, scramble them and don’t use a microwave. Then chop an onion and make something, fuck recipes, google what you’ve got and there will be something on the internet which will closely match what you have, it doesn’t have to be exact. Put baked beans in chilli con carne if you want. Fuck foodies banging on about authenticity. If you think it will taste nice, it probably will. Buy that fresh bit of cod, get home, put the pan on and cook it, skin down first, couple of minutes, turn over repeat, season and use some butter.

On the subject of butter. Get proper butter. These low fat spread, can’t believe it’s not shite, are work of the devil, made using ant’s testicles and just plain f***ing wrong. And keep it in the cupboard unless there’s a heatwave.

Buy salad. But put some dressing on it and eat it, don’t leave it at the bottom of the fridge and chuck it out a few days later. It takes ages to eat salad, put some meat in if you have to but try it. Then add things like avocado, peppers or whatever you like. Get your store cupboard stocked up. Have some music or a radio to listen to. It’s therapy for me.

Our lass likes that I cook too. It’s the only time she says “That was amazing” sadly.

Your car is not important. It needs to get you somewhere so look after it and that’s it. Unless it’s your hobby, insert caveat here. Cars can make some people happy so car away.

People matter so much more than things. I have a lot of things. I’m a gadget nerd and my employers promoted me over the years and paid me more each time bless them. So I bought things. I’ve got a proper old terraced house and I f***ing love it. High ceilings, git big skirting boards, fireplaces, a wood stove and it doesn’t creak like a new build coz they built them proper back then. I have a man cave up in the loft with things what make me happy - no it isn’t a sex dungeon or owt. Despite all this there is no substitute for having people round for a good old chat and a laugh. It helps if you like them. I treat people like I would like to be treated. It’s a simple and old mantra but it works for me.

Tidy up you lazy bastards

Travel. I can’t but I used to. Do city breaks and steep yourself in the culture. Go to Yellowstone, the Grand Canyon, the Norwegian fjords and other amazing places. All inclusive, running for the sunbeds and lying there with the sun tan lotion is bollocks. You don’t look good with a tan. You look weird. And it isn’t good for you. You can eat shit food and drink too much alcohol anywhere.

Don’t drop litter or pick it up if you do. You lazy bastards.

Don’t smoke. Most people don’t. It isn’t hard. Just stop doing it. There’s a lass here in the chemo ward, with her mother, who has been out 3 times for a tab. She’s 10 feet away and she stinks. There’s no need for patches. It isn’t your friend that you will miss. It’s disgusting and it harms others. So don’t.

You are all going to die so don’t waste it. I’m naturally more aware of it and may be in the fast lane but I’ll see you all up there one day. Well apart from the wrong uns obviously. In the meantime cherish every day. Even the shit ones.

Don’t chew with your mouth open.

And keep the faith. I’m being disconnected now so ta’ra

All the best

Great post @foggy

Sorry you're going through this.

Could I ask you a question about cancer that I've never been able to ask somebody?

 

[mickb2112]

Great post and very inspiring. It`s the first time I`ve seen one of your posts. Best of luck and we hope we have many, many more of these to come.

 

[Notorious Decka]

A great reminder for people (including myself even though I try) to not get caught up in the bullshit and enjoy what's important.

All the best @foggy and thanks especially for the advice about the eggs, I'll buy some proper ones this week and report back on the difference!

 

[Hair Flick]

Well to me anyhoo

Sat here connected up to my old friend Metal Mickey while he delivers the poison into my chest port so it’s time to muse. As ever this is for me while I’m spaced out on drugs to pass time, think about life, the future and the now, but feel free to read, reply saying ‘I’m not reading all that’, add your own quirky rules of life, call me an attention seeking tosser, whatever.

So I may be checking out sooner than planned but I've had a year or so of what they call 'putting things in perspective'. In that time I've come to appreciate stuff which has risen, not necessarily to the top, but bubbled its way upwards. Some seem trivial and some are obvious. I'll start with the obvious.

Family - number one by a country mile. I know they have it in the job description but having good family support just spreads the shit out automatically so its so much easier to deal with all the embuggerence. There’s a circles theory that you can only moan to those in the bigger circle outwards and not inwards. So I’m in the centre and there’s no twisting allowed about ‘how hard it is’ for them. My family have never complained. I just get unlimited support. I try to be normal and not be a bother and whatnot but they have been quite frankly amazing.

The Other Half - she has turned out to be a bloody diamond despite my moaning on about her (and to her) for years. There's still loads that irritate me and I may have written about this in the 'things that irritate you' thread but I know I have a good one there, despite her putting milk in the cup before the teabag and whatnot.

She left a cup of tea on my solid f***ing teak sink unit -look at me etc- in the bathroom the other day which left a stain - I’m with Larry David on this , respect the f***ing wood. Maybe I’m a bit mental about stuff, this is her take anyway. Despite all this I think she is is as important as the family section. I’m not ‘brave’ all the time and only she sees the tears, the breakdowns and the mental anguish that nobody else does, ever. It’s not very often but it happens.

Cancer is painful, it really f***ing hurts, there is only escape in sleep. Sometimes I know I’m in a dream purely because I’m not in pain so I know it isn’t real. It’s been over a year so I’ve forgotten what pain free is. Pills help but it never goes away. So yes, sometimes I cry. More so when looking at old photos of the bairn and the potential lack of future with her than because of the tumours dancing on my nerve ends. Moan over.

Real friends - I try not to be an attention seeking bell, honestly, but there are some that have given me great strength. Proper topper people and eternally optimistic. Know the good ones and pay it back before you owe it, they are worth it. I include some of my virtual friends in here. Some of yers are just topper too - sending hugs huns

They are easy so on to the others

Appreciate things and tell people if they do things you appreciate. It's one of the best words in the English Language. Try it for a while and watch the reaction

Live in the moment. What are you doing now? Or just before reading this? If you’re having a good time, know it, there and then. Take a moment to stop, empty your head of the bullshit and just drink in the stuff that makes you happy. Sometimes I’m like a 10 year old on Christmas Eve over nowt in particular

Enough new age bunkum, the little things -

Buy proper eggs. Not for the chicken, I’m not really a tree hugger, but get the golden yolk ones. Eggs are f***ing brilliant so nee skimping. And do not keep them in the fridge.

Cook. Or learn to. Start with eggs, scramble them and don’t use a microwave. Then chop an onion and make something, fuck recipes, google what you’ve got and there will be something on the internet which will closely match what you have, it doesn’t have to be exact. Put baked beans in chilli con carne if you want. Fuck foodies banging on about authenticity. If you think it will taste nice, it probably will. Buy that fresh bit of cod, get home, put the pan on and cook it, skin down first, couple of minutes, turn over repeat, season and use some butter.

On the subject of butter. Get proper butter. These low fat spread, can’t believe it’s not shite, are work of the devil, made using ant’s testicles and just plain f***ing wrong. And keep it in the cupboard unless there’s a heatwave.

Buy salad. But put some dressing on it and eat it, don’t leave it at the bottom of the fridge and chuck it out a few days later. It takes ages to eat salad, put some meat in if you have to but try it. Then add things like avocado, peppers or whatever you like. Get your store cupboard stocked up. Have some music or a radio to listen to. It’s therapy for me.

Our lass likes that I cook too. It’s the only time she says “That was amazing” sadly.

Your car is not important. It needs to get you somewhere so look after it and that’s it. Unless it’s your hobby, insert caveat here. Cars can make some people happy so car away.

People matter so much more than things. I have a lot of things. I’m a gadget nerd and my employers promoted me over the years and paid me more each time bless them. So I bought things. I’ve got a proper old terraced house and I f***ing love it. High ceilings, git big skirting boards, fireplaces, a wood stove and it doesn’t creak like a new build coz they built them proper back then. I have a man cave up in the loft with things what make me happy - no it isn’t a sex dungeon or owt. Despite all this there is no substitute for having people round for a good old chat and a laugh. It helps if you like them. I treat people like I would like to be treated. It’s a simple and old mantra but it works for me.

Tidy up you lazy bastards

Travel. I can’t but I used to. Do city breaks and steep yourself in the culture. Go to Yellowstone, the Grand Canyon, the Norwegian fjords and other amazing places. All inclusive, running for the sunbeds and lying there with the sun tan lotion is bollocks. You don’t look good with a tan. You look weird. And it isn’t good for you. You can eat shit food and drink too much alcohol anywhere.

Don’t drop litter or pick it up if you do. You lazy bastards.

Don’t smoke. Most people don’t. It isn’t hard. Just stop doing it. There’s a lass here in the chemo ward, with her mother, who has been out 3 times for a tab. She’s 10 feet away and she stinks. There’s no need for patches. It isn’t your friend that you will miss. It’s disgusting and it harms others. So don’t.

You are all going to die so don’t waste it. I’m naturally more aware of it and may be in the fast lane but I’ll see you all up there one day. Well apart from the wrong uns obviously. In the meantime cherish every day. Even the shit ones.

Don’t chew with your mouth open.

And keep the faith. I’m being disconnected now so ta’ra

All the best

Other than not having a man cave in the loft and my missus would NEVER put milk in before the teabag, I could have written that.

Spot on at just about every level there, especially the eggs and cooking. I’m halfway there on salad mind, I like it when I eat it but still have to consciously go for it.

Chins up and head held high marra. Love to the family.

 

[foggy]

Great post @foggy

Sorry you're going through this.

Could I ask you a question about cancer that I've never been able to ask somebody?

Course you can. Fire away

Other than not having a man cave in the loft and my missus would NEVER put milk in before the teabag, I could have written that.

Spot on at just about every level there, especially the eggs and cooking. I’m halfway there on salad mind, I like it when I eat it but still have to consciously go for it.

Chins up and head held high marra. Love to the family.

Cheers my good man . Not that I'm attention seeking in any way of course but I wondered where you had got to. You're normally one of the first in and tinted with a bit of abuse. Maybe it's the tardiness this time but don't be going too soft on me

 

[Fletch]

bugger Ive always kept my eggs in fridge and no idea why

good luck foggy lad, you can beat this for sure

 

[si73]

@foggy Just seen this. You sir have balls of steel and it's very wise words. As a few know I keep hens and would be glad to drop you some fresh eggs off, so PM me. Little pleasures and all that.