The more I read of this thread, the more heartbroken I feel.
Bastard cancer is so indiscriminate. It has no respect for who it attacks, be they rich or poor, young or old, black or white. If it's going to get you, then it will.
I witnessed my beautiful, handsome, strong 6'2" husband go from someone with an incredibly strong, athletic body to a skeleton, having to be winched to be moved, unable to eat and having to endure unimaginable pain. Medicines were thrown at him left right and centre, there seemed to be no rhyme or reason to what was being prescribed; just blind panic as the cancer continued to spread. The bastard cancer may have destroyed his body, but it never destroyed his mind. He was clear and lucid until the end. Well, apart from when he tried to convince me that Gok Wan played for Manchester United!!
Val, who would have believed it is 18 months. I can't. Sometimes the loss hits me with such force, as if it was yesterday.
Zombie, lovely lady, I wish you well. I really hope the problems you are having now are a side effect of your treatment rather than anything more sinister.
oopsydaisy much love to you. I wish you and your DH peace and strength during the time you have left together.
McPhee, I know you started this thread in chat. It seems such a shame that this almost roll call of amazing people lost to this bastard disease will go poof in 90 days. Do you think it would be a good idea to have it moved to somewhere more permanent? No worries if you'd prefer it not to.
Fucking bastard cancer. We can and we will beat this. No-one deserves this much pain.