I am officially cancer free - for now



I have to admit, just seeing this title popping back up on the board as I am browsing fills me with so much joy.

I am sure nobody has to tell you this @foggy but we are all so happy for you.... I know I said it yesterday but fuck me fella... this is great news
 
f***ing fantastic news foggy lad.

Can you live a normal life now? Or will you need testing every 3/6 months?

Best Xmas present ever 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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So pleased for you marra if anyone deserved this news it was surely you. I reckon there was a little neglect when all this started, but Basingstoke and a great Greek surgeon as made amends. Have a great Christmas with your daughter and your loved ones and come the summer once ive had my op I want that game of Crown Green Bowls and a celebration bevvy. Fingers Xed
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Epping said:
He has become a right "like" whore
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And not a single fuck was given :lol::lol:
 
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harmy said:
f***ing fantastic news foggy lad.

Can you live a normal life now? Or will you need testing every 3/6 months?

Best Xmas present ever for you.
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Next scan in 3 months then I’m not sure. I think it goes to 6 monthly then up to yearly. It’s weird typing that as I thought it would be chemo until the inevitable just a few short months ago.

My portacath is due to come out after the next scan all things being well, so no big lump sticking out of my chest or visits to the chemo ward for flushing.

Otherwise I’m building up to normalty maybe even true normality. One of my ticky off boxes is getting to a match and I am very close to that.

I haven’t thought about the future for nearly two years, everything has been week by week so it’s difficult to adjust to well, planning things.

This is going to be my best Christmas possibly ever.

Anyhow thanks again to everyone for the kind words. It means a lot you magnificent buggers.
 
Have a great Christmas , you and your loved ones deserve it , inspirational posts throughout mate , not sure you realise how the positivity , the insight , the lows and finally the highs will help others
 
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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Get the fuck in.
Foggy MOTM.
Best Christmas present out.
 
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 over the moon for you mate! Onwards and upwards from now on!!:)
 

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