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Done already, TW. I don't trust people not to start deleting. ;)
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oh janey how awful
i will be thinking of you having to endu such a dreadful thing
i mean, "coronation street fgs!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
on a more serious note i too fine the family medical history a tad worrying
am not sure whether it will be TB, uterine ulceration, or a visitation from God that will get me
well at least it will be a surprise, i would hate to know before hand, bit like knowing the sex of your unborn child
anyway, if you need any medical humour from a nurse thats been around a while then let me know
oh the tales i could tell
lol
keep us informed
Bev
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Janey, I know that we often haven't seen eye to eye but that does not stop me wishing with my entire heart and soul that your family come through this traumatic time strong, healthy and safe - take care
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Oh Janey! Family squabbles 'eh?
Not just mine then....Dontchajustluvet?!
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I'm not sure if it helps at all to hear about it but my husband has been pronounced dying three times.
On each occasion I was told he wouldn't last the night and yet (much to the astonishment of the hospital staff) he's survived two different cancers, e-coli, MRSA and a severe brain haemorrhage. I'm not counting the various chronic conditions he has as a result of side effects of treatments.
I can remember getting really quite cross with him once and told him he wasn't going anywhere and leaving me with 2 teenagers and a house full of gadgets I can't make work.
We've had years of living for the moment and he's still here and now on annual hospital checkups. So I say "Keep as cheerful as you can and always hope for the best."
Thinking of you and your family and hoping you will all manage to get through this worrying time as unscathed as possible.
Sue
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*kisses Janey Italian style e Mwah Mwah*
(obviously no attempts to hug)
Seriously though I hope that your mum an sister have positive outcomes for their treatment/results and you find the strength to support them both!
Best wishes to you all
Kaz x ((hug)) eek
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cos you kiss their hair
i do wish you wouldnt drop your H's hayley
it is soooooo uncouth
lmao
Bev
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No...I mean...never mind yes bev you kiss 'there h'air..lol
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I'm finally leaving, I hope, just wanted to say before I go, thanks again to each and all, and don't fret for me (like that's what anybody here would be doing ... on a Friday evening ...), my mum and I have a great time when we visit. I'm going to make her bring out the Christmas lights and we'll cook a little turkey and just bask in the glow. No Christmas shopping though ... although y'know, just might do that, for a lark. See ya!
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See you soon Janey (Kathryn, can't get used to aney). And you take care of you as well as of them.
Ann
glos
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Safe journey,sending v.positive thoughts to you all.
:)
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I had wanted to say more personal thanks to all who wished me well here and by PM. Forgive me if I'm a little too tired and braindead at the moment, and accept my thanks collectively.
If you're gonna have a dysfunctional family, make sure none of 'em get cancer, that's all I can say. Or heck, make sure you're the one who gets it. That way you can make the rules.
Just don't let the control freak be the one who does. That way, you get stuck telling your mother, who is not to tell your sister that you told her, of course, because that would break some rule too, that your sister wants her to shut up about it and leave her alone.
And that your sister will tell her brothers about it in her own sweet time, which in one case means she will only write him a letter, when she gets around to it, purely because he needs to get testing done (since she's not speaking to him ever again, for very good reason it must be said), and meanwhile your mother may not mention it to your brothers. So you're the only person in the family your mother can talk to about her other daughter having a life-threatening disease, while she dreads the next phone call from one of the brothers whom she may not talk to about it until they've been officially told.
Hey. What are first-borns for, eh? Although when the babies of the family became the control freaks who make all the rules, I dunno.
But it's her life and her cancer, so I just try to be the peace-maker ... which is what the middle child is supposed to be, but he's too busy being the problem child ...
When my mum gets her diagnosis, which will probably be what we're expecting, cancer, sister may just have to adjust her attitude a little. Mother may be wanting to spend a little more time with sister and her children, because of her own illness, and if that upsets sister's apple cart a tad, then it will be time for sister to get the plain talk & home truths.
Middle/problem child brother doesn't think the family is dysfunctional ...
And this is all without second middle child brother even having a clue so far. Lord knows what he'll add to the mix. I'm sure he'll manage to pee her off too, though.
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Oh, what the heck. May as well tell the entertaining tale.
Mother has biopsy scheduled 30 miles away Monday morning. I can't drive -- disastrous cataract surgery left my vision unsettled and I don't yet have glasses that would let me see to drive a car. Mother has been told she'll be able to drive fine afterward. At hospital, nurse tells mother she'll be sedated and kept in hospital on bed rest for one to six hours, and not allowed to drive.
Mother has been told sister is busy in the big city for the day running errands for partner's business, when sister is actually going to big city for daily radiation treatment. But first, sister is attending on different floor of same wing of same hospital to get chemo pack changed. So I go looking for sister to arrange for her to pick us up on return from city. Cancer clinic denies sister has appointment. Leave note for sister. Finally reach her by phone, go back to cancer clinic when mother gets wheeled off for biopsy, receptionist says See, she isn't here. She's on her way, I say. I call mother's neighbour as directed to leave message to get her to come to hospital with sister so she can take mother's car home.
Wait for sister outside hospital. Turns out she's had to bring youngest daughter, who has periodic relapses with Lyme disease and is unwell and didn't go to school. I take niece to gift shop to kill an hour while sister goes to clinic. Sister comes back down, has to go back to clinic because special doctor's order is needed for extra chemo because next Monday is holiday. Sister goes back up, I install niece in locked car to eat her lunch, I go up to see mother who is out of surgery. Not sedated, insists on driving. I go to call neighbour to cancel and call sister to cancel, i.e. get niece from car, wait for sister in gift shop. Sister has to return to clinic for half-hour procedure. At that point niece has to wait in car because I've run out of errands to run without looking like an idiot who's abandoned her mother in post-op.
So next day, sister is to come for lunch to mother's apartment, where she had virtually never been in 3 years of living half a mile away except for that Sunday, when I insisted they all come up for takeout Chinese after we went apple picking. (Mother's apartment is too small, sister doesn't want to be there.) Except it couldn't be Chinese, yuck, it had to be Thai. Mother is plainly aware that something is up, sister coming for lunch like that.
At the gift shop, I had bought a little plaque that said "You can fool some of the people some of the time, but you can't fool Mum." Right after, niece was looking at the little plaques, and I said did she want to get one for her mum. She picked out the same one. On the way home from hospital (and shopping, as mother and I had planned after her biopsy and she insisted on, even though I was so beat from all the rushing and standing around at hospital I was dead when we finished), I had her stop at sister's house so I could drop off something for nieces (plaque I'd forgotten to give to niece at hospital), which, I wasn't thinking, looked kind of odd.
So we're fixing to eat lunch, and everybody knows something is about to happen, and I get out the plaque to give mother first, and say it was so funny how niece picked out the same one at the gift shop yesterday.
Oops. Smack hand over mouth. One cat, out of bag. After all the weeks of dissembling! Provided the lead-in, anyhow.
Sister's light-hearted cryptic explanation that followed -- I was at the hosptial too; in the same wing; got the same thing -- sure wasn't exactly how I would have gone about it. But it was done. And now nobody's allowed to talk about it.
Make sure you're the one who gets cancer. Then you can talk about it if you want, anyhow.
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Welcome Back Janey..you have been missed
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So you had a good time then?
Welcome back Kathryn :-))
Susan
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