I am officially cancer free - for now



mux said:
@foggy

My contender of poster of the year right here.

Not even because of the story or situation, but the way you've dealt with it and, dare I say it, entertained us throughout.

A proper rollercoaster of emotions for a lot of people who you have not, and probably will not, ever meet. A mark of you as a man.

Absolutely ower the knot end for you mate.
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Agreed.
Well done there foggy lad, so pleased for you.
 
foggy said:
So. Back in January they told me some bits of my big tumour, my bugger on of 2017, that had split my bowel before being removed in bit of an emergency operation, had planted themselves in my abdominal lining, my peritoneum, and I was now incurable, terminal, on palliative chemotherapy or in its shortest version, fucked.

I would have a new brew of chemotherapy to put the brakes on. Hopefully. Tests had shown my cancer to be rather aggressive. I imagined it had sharp teeth and a bad attitude.

There was however, a silver lining. A few surgeons/hospitals in this wonderful National Health Service that we have, where there is a network of people who might just fix you with surgery carried out by a select few, and others who use the communication channels available nationally, to actually get you on the operating table wherever it was in this country, might be able to have a bash at fixing me.

It turned out Basingstoke was my Shangri-La.

This was dependent on the cancer with teeth's reaction to the new chemo and my cancer markers. They had to be less than 20 or summat. And I had to be in good condition so I didn't peg it under the knife.

In May I found the brakes had indeed been put on. Chemo was shit but it was filing those teeth so I cracked on. And droned on on here in the meanwhile. Sorry about that but thanks for the support.

In July I went to Basingstoke to see a very nice man from Greece who talked at length about my cancer, with scan pictures on the computer and everything. I scored 5 on the cancer marker and unlikely to peg it so was offered Cytoreduction and Hipec to Debulk me. Fuck yes.

I wrote about that too. It hurt a bit and for a long time. It still hurts but my kitchen cupboard second from the right as the top has more painkillers than Boots so I can mange.

Last week I went to Bishop Auckland hospital for a CT scan, Thorax, Abdomen and Pelvis with Dye. 3 months after the Op.

Today I had a phonecall.

I am NED. The best word in cancerland. No Evidence of Disease. To quote. Nothing in bowel, peritoneum, liver, lungs, bones - the usual suspect spread in my type of cancer. And my lymphs show no enlargement. Yay, go my lymphs you non swelling bastards.

Recurrence is 'very common' but right now I do not have cancer. And that my good friends feels f***ing fantastic.

All the best.
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Absolutely brilliant news. Gerrin to fuck :cool::cool::cool::cool:
 

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