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zebthecat
12:12 Thu Nov 13
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Keep at at it stomper, hope the meds work for you.
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stomper
11:35 Wed Nov 12
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I believe I agreed
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Mad Dog
11:33 Wed Nov 12
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As i said yesterday on the movember thread
Cancer is an utter cunt of a disease
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stomper
11:16 Wed Nov 12
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No.
I'm done. Back to work on Monday. As I said kids sign up for my classes and I aint gonna let em down.
I see my Oncologist at the end of the month. I'll let you know how it goes.
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Zammo
11:04 Wed Nov 12
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Stomper,
I am not often lost for words but you have almost reduced me 2 tears.
If you ever need to chat who mail me and I'll drop you my number.
Stay strong mate.
Matt
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seth
11:02 Wed Nov 12
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Keep writing stomper. We're happy to read as much if it as you're prepared to write. Everyone needs a way to vent.
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Chatham
10:58 Wed Nov 12
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Lost my younger brother to cancer last March (colon which spread to the stomach ) He was only 38 and left 3 kids under 10 years of age, absolutely heartbreaking.
A couple of years ago I had a benign tumour on the pituitary gland ( bottom of the brain ) and had an op to remove it. I used to feel a bit sorry for myself with the health complications it brings ( daily and monthly injections etc ) but I feel extremely blessed having seen whst my only sibling went through.
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stomper
10:50 Wed Nov 12
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Sorry for banging on but there is literally no one that you can talk to like that. Somethings you can't tell family.
OK PS
Plus points: My wife now thinks I'm interesting. As she is a viral oncologist this is rarely a good thing.
In the summer I came over to see families and visit mates. Nothing was said but we all knew it was an ave atque vale type of thing.
My mate took us to Stratford and we saw the O/S. I don't know what some of you are banging on about, it looks magnificent.
I can't wait to go and see a game there
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stomper
10:40 Wed Nov 12
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Eventually I was moved from the ICU to the public wards where, sadly, they were less free with the morphine but I got to meet the good people of Baltimore, a good number of whom wore red shoes, red clothes, red hair even red contact lenses. These people are called ‘Bloods’ and you don’t expect to find them in the nursing profession. But I did get to share a room for a few days with Sam.
Sam was 69 years old and suffering from diabetic amnesia after being found beaten up on his feet. After a day or two his daughter found him and told him. She told Sam that she would inform his girlfriend. The next day his wife turned up, then his daughter, who was surprised to see the wife, then the girlfriend turned up and the nurses had kittens. All we needed was Jerry Springer! Anway, unsurprisingly I guess, the women (who were all the same age – so the daughter must have been the fruit of a previous relationship) decided that the problem lay with the woman who had just moved in with him. This guy is 69! He wouldn’t tell me his secret.
As for now, I’m out. My body is a bit bent out of shape and I have no muscle mass to speak of but day by day I’m getting stronger. I’m back teaching part time. I tried full time but couldn’t do it yet. They always give me the difficult kids (16 – 18 year olds are not really kids) because I’m good with them. I get them interested and get them through through their exams. Parents ask for me. The trick? I never shout, I have almost infinite patiense and can be selectively deaf. But frankly I don’t have the energy to fake the patience. So part time for now.
Last time we looked the lumps were getting bigger. So the doctor gave me a new chemo which he said I could take and still go to work. Frankly its kicking the shit out of me – literally. He reckons its got less than 1% chance of cure and 40% of maintaining the status quo for up to 5 years. That’s good, I always quite liked Status Quo.
Anyway. I aint died today. Tomorrows just another today. So's the day after.
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Northern Sold
10:22 Wed Nov 12
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Some story that Stomper son.... glad WHO kept you going!!
Best of luck fella...
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Jumbo Hammer
10:14 Wed Nov 12
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be positive and think positive.... the very best to u mate
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Hammer and Pickle
10:12 Wed Nov 12
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My heart goes out to you stomper.
I'm sure everyone on here who has read that last post (9:57) feels the same.
I always rated you as a poster - now I know you are WHO's finest SON.
Stay strong mate.
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Jumbo Hammer
10:10 Wed Nov 12
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indeed it is a terrible disease, but knowing a lot about the medical profession and indeed oncology, there is a lot of advanced diagnostic technology and new treatments in the pipeline....survival is improving all the time. Talking about it and not being afraid of doing so is so important.
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simon.s
10:03 Wed Nov 12
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*us
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simon.s
10:02 Wed Nov 12
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Wow, stay well indeed.
Most of take life for granted sometimes. We forget how precious it really is.
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Far Cough
10:00 Wed Nov 12
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Stay well stomper
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stomper
9:57 Wed Nov 12
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My oncologist told me I was lucky. A few years ago there was no treatment for Renal cell carcinoma but there was now a new treatment, called IL2, which offered a chance of a cure using the bodies immune system by turning it against myself, at which point it would kill the cancer before it killed me. It seemed a strange definition of ‘lucky’. I thought it might have been luckier not to have the cancer in the first place. Then the doctor turned Dirty Harry on me.
“The treatment has to take place in the intensive care unit (ICU) because it has a 25% chance of cure. But you will be fragile and open to infection and there is a 20% chance of death. So, do you feel lucky? Punk.” I may have heard that last bit in my head, anyway I burst out laughing and my family looked at me strangely. So two options cure or death. Make it simple.
It turned out that I ended up spending several months in the ICU. Let me tell you ICU nurses are something special. They deal with death every day yet still get close to their patient two of three would die a day sometimes and you’d see the crisis team assemble and try to save the patient. They would fail, the nurses would weep, pull themselves together, put on a smile and move on. Special, special people! One even stole be a cycling machine so I could try to keep myself fit.
Surprisingly a very large number of them were African, from Nigeria, Liberia and Cameroon apart from those from the Indian subcontinent and one from Ilford! So keep that foreign aid going it kept me alive!
Initially the treatment worked and reduced the size of the tumours.
Then my body started choosing the second option: I got septiceamia from a dirty IV line, then pneumonia, then pleurisy, then an infected colon, then both colons were infected. Doctors and nurses attended me day and night: I think they were using my fever to keep themselves warm.
I heard two Doctors arguing at the foot of my bed, “But don’t you realize that it’s about QUALITY of life not quantity!” I felt like shouting at them. “Do you fucking mind! I’m lying right here!” But I couldn’t on account of the pipe they’d put into my lungs through my mouth. In fact by this time there wasn’t a single orifice on my body that didn’t have some kind of pipe pumping something in or letting something out. Where there was no orifice they made one! I lost my sense of colour and everything seemed darkly sepia.
Curse my classical training, all I could thing was “This is Chthonic. This is fucking Chthonic. And you know what? It was.
They thought I was dying, I guess I was, I guess I still am. But not today sunshine! Not Today.
This was exactly a year ago. I had a laptop, was watching the footy and posting on WHO throughout. So if I seemed a little weird, just blame Sister Morphine.
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Darlo Debs
9:48 Wed Nov 12
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or the money we always seem to find to fight wars Stoneman.
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claret50
9:46 Wed Nov 12
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6 years ago when I'd just turned 67 I was diagnosed with prostate cancer a few weeks after a routine check up at the doctors, she noticed that my PSA was higher than normal and made an appointment for me to see a urologist at the local hospital to have a prostate biopsy, a few days went by and the results came back confirming I had prostate cancer, I had 7 weeks of radiotherapy (38 sessions) which I found exhausting (extreme tiredness after each session) but it worked for me, I now only see the oncologist twice a year for a check up as my psa is back to normal.
My best wishes to all people fighting cancer, especially to those of you on this site.
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Hammer and Pickle
9:14 Wed Nov 12
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stomper 6:23 Wed Nov 12
Just read this and I'm shocked.
Stay strong mate.
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