So, if terrible news on here, the great British Summer, the Tory "Government" and Chelsea being European Champions haven't got you down yet, here's my little addition.
As you know, we lost my wife, Jules, to cancer last year. What I didn't mention on here at the time (I think) was that back in 2010, just as Jules got the bad news about her cancer spreading to her liver, my mom was diagnosed with throat cancer. This would have been about a week after Jules' news. You know its bad when even the nurse is crying in the room with you.
Anyway, my mom stayed in Worcester Royal for just under a month whilst they ran a whole host of tests, and she had to be fed through a "peg" as she could no longer swallow food. I have vivid memories of watching Nick Bleedin' Clegg the day after the General Election, sat at the end of my mom's bed (me, not Clegg).
They told her she only had about 2 months to live, which, a week later, was revised when we finally saw the Head of Oncology, who said that they wanted to start chemo and radio straight away. So, we had great family days when both my wife and mother were sat together having chemo and gossiping about me.
Anyway - the good news was that my mom's treatment was a real success, and she's had two years of being pretty much back to normal.
Last week, they confirmed that the tumour is back. She's having a stent put into her throat tomorrow, and then some low-level chemo. The oncologist has stated he thinks she has months left. She's 68. My dad, who's 71, was a wreck before this latest news, so I'm not sure about him either.
Anyway, just wanted to ask again for all your prayers / positivity / best wishes. Life really is a Sting sometimes, isn't it?
