It can fuck off to the far side of fuck and fuck off a bit more. My mum died on 29th Dec, 15 days after being diagnosed with metastatic breast cancer. By the time we found out about it, it had spread to her lung, her ribs and her spine and they told her she could have up to 2 years, she was pretty upbeat about it and staying positive. On Christmas Day they told us it had spread to her skull and was starting to creep into her brain.
What really makes me angry though is that she was in/out of hospital ALL YEAR with chest pains related to her heart condition they said was costochondritis (muscle pain). When we look back through her hospital notes from over the year it's now glaringly obvious to us that she was actually suffering with the symptoms of her secondary breast cancer, and not one single HCP picked up on it until December when she ended up at a different hospital and they took one look at her and immediately knew it wasn't heart related.
Urgh. Fuck cancer.