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On 06/01/2017 at 3:21 PM, Red is Dead said:

Blah blah lymph nodes, blah hormone therapy.

My mother is cancer free. First thing the doc said when she had her follow up apt was "well, it's gone"

First apt for radiotherapy is this coming Thursday. This one is going to be the most difficult one. A lot of waiting around, a lot of taking clothes off and on again, while they get her cast setup and moulded to her. Then it starts on the daily Monday through Friday for 3-4 weeks. So she's happy she's got a date, but she is BEYOND pissed that her april holiday to Burma with nine of her girlfriends is now cancelled for her. She is super upset about it. 1.5k down the drain as no refunds from the airline or holiday company. Too close to the date of travel.

It makes sense for her not to go really; we don't know what side-effects she's going to have or if she'll be seriously adversely affected. One side effect is apparently itchy or inflamed skin around the area where Tony was. Plus if she has any illness over there she'd be a higher priority case.

Told her about my writing of the experience of it on here. Really hoping theres not a momma red account setup here in the near future. My 2k17 cuddliest member will be fucking gone.

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On 03/02/2017 at 0:52 PM, Red is Dead said:

cancer free, radiotherapy, bla bla

Excuse the double/triple post recently. Things are moving apace.

 

So....tough week. Trying to put a positive spin and be upbeat for mum, but she's now got the dates. It's set. She's gonna do it.

The trip towards the hospital brought back some harsh memories. When her sister (my auntie lynn, best person in the world, and woman I miss the most) was taken there in 84, and again on 06-07, the route and place itself was indelibly etched into my mind. as well as mums. She visibly withered as we got close, and needed help out of the car. Last time we were here Lynn, her husband and mum were rushed in via ambulance; they brought the chaplain out to greet the ambulance, it looked that bad. So I get that the place holds some bad memories for her. I got a headrush when walking up the main corridor to the reception area. The place looked EXACTLY the same, save for some cellotape marks where posters had been removed. She said herself she missed her mum and sister (both passed within a year, of complications to cancer) and wanted to talk to them one more time. How do you respond to that, apart from the usual platitudes and offers of 24/7 swearing/soundboard promises.

The appointment itself was fine. I realised that there are some incredibly sick people around in that place. Part of the waiting area looked like it was god's waiting room, man. And these people were there getting chemo and radio on their jack jones...far tougher people than you or I. The pre-apt letter said "expect to be there for up to half a day" so imagine my surprise when we were finished within 90 minutes, scan and everything. She was on her back, arms in the air for 20-25 minutes while the specialist oncologists and staff got their shit together; getting her in the same place. Apparently the CT scan is fooking tiny, like you were being passed through the middle of a medium sized krispy kreme doughnut. But I tell you this for nothing. When the NHS works, its fucking seamless. Really appreciated the work and effort put in by the teams there - they made her feel at home, were understanding of the issues, history etc. talked her through procedure and expectations. Apparently the first week of treatment will feel like nothing at all (stupid sexy flanders) but the cumulative effect after the 15 treatments will make her feel like microwaved dogshit by the end of it. So her 62nd birthday on the 28th will be a low key affair, i imagine. either that, or its down fabric, off our tits and watching the lights. You never can tell, with mum. 

So she's booked for a start on February 23rd on a weekday daily basis until march 15th. Anyone wanna get fucking smashed to bits on March 16th? Bueller?

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I have had many a relative go through cancer and a few pass away, chemo is a fucking bitch, cancer itself has no words to describe the hideousness of its existence. Good tidings to you and your mum. Crush that shit.

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I applied for a job up in Northern Virginia, interview went well and from what they said I figured I have at least a 50% chance of getting it. Which is about as confident as I think one can be after an interview as there are too many factors I don't know about. Assuming the pay is good, which I think it will be, I'll have an incredibly hectic two weeks to prepare if I get a job offer and accept it. Since I own my condo, in very short order I'll have to:

  • Set up/attend a meeting with my "mortgage company" (previous owners) and try to re-finance, currently I pay too much per month to rent it without taking a loss. Currently underwater, selling isn't an option.
  • Set up/attend appointments with rental companies, as since I'll be three hours away I don't want to manage it when I do rent my condo. Pray it isn't too expensive.
  • Find a place to crash in Northern Virginia in case I don't have a place already when I start, luckily I have some family up there I can probably bribe.
  • Decide if I want to rent a mother-in-law suite/basement, or rent an apartment, then find some and set up appointments to look at them.
  • Move everything out of my condo so that I can paint/replace carpets. Find a cheap moving company since I have big furniture and I'm weak. Figure out where the hell I will keep the stuff while I find a residence.
  • Set up appointments, etc. to get my place fixed up so I can rent it. Nothing major needs to be done, it just needs cleaning and some painting.
  • Once a new place is found, decide if its too small for all my stuff, and if so get a storage unit. Hopefully it won't be.
  • Move everything into my new place, find a company to help. Try not to die.

Yea there will be some serious "adulting" going on if I get that job offer. Luckily since it is government related there is some red tape, I have to get government clearances and what not, so I am hoping to have more than two weeks to do all of that. I haven't started the process because 80% of the jobs I am applying for are local, so I don't want to start the process, not get the job, and then find a local job anyway. But yea it won't be a fun couple weeks.

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About two weeks back I was walking back to my truck across an icy parking lot. I had a fresh cup of coffee in my hand and was being careful because I knew it was slicker than snot out. I went to step up into the grass and the next thing I know I feel my feet go out from under me and the back of my head smacking into the concrete. I laid there for a few seconds, slowly picked myself up off of the icy ground and grabbed my hat that had been knocked off my head by the impact and found my coffee cup about six feet away. I didn't spill a drop off coffee because I had closed the lid. Vacuum sealed coffee cups rock. Nothing was leaking from the back of my head(pretty sure the hat kept that from happening) but my neck was stiffer than a mofo. Neck was stiff for the better part of a week but I've finally got most of my range of motion back, not that it was that good to begin with. Don't really want to go through too many more of these tumbles. That shit hurts.

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You may have lingering neck issues from that, but hopefully not. I hope your saw a doctor to check out your head just to be safe if you can afford it. All kinds of freaky stuff can happen and you wouldn't even know it.

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Didn't go to a doctor, didn't report it at work either.
After the fall two years ago they took an x-ray and diagnosed me with degenerative disk disease in my neck.

Probably wasn't the smartest thing to not get it looked at. Next time I'll get it looked at.

 

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Works on that too. Seriously, it may save some trauma oddly enough. Or just be one of those guys with no neck like Brock and don't worry about anything.

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I almost have no neck (it's pretty much the same width as my head) and it gets stiff all the time, if I don't move it around enough. On the other hand, it's quite handy knowing you could use your body as a battering ram if you had to.

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18 hours ago, Ryan said:

Tuck your chin on your bumps.

I've slipped many times and would land either on my butt or arm, but the one time I fell on my back I somehow took a decent flat back bump.    It was at least decent enough where I didn't bonk my head.  Tucked the chin, arms out, all that stuff.  I never did one bit of wrestling training in my life but felt oddly proud that the worse I got from it was a slightly sore back.  Thanks, pro wrestling!

@driver Even if you're feeling better I'd still get it looked at anyway.

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