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Lung cancer took a friend of mine a fortnight ago. She was in denial about it and took no notice of the doctors when they said no more than three to six months. Aggressive chemo was finally stopped and she lasted just two months after that. Seems like our Granny friend is very honest with herself, which will help her and her family and friends.
Lung cancer is a bitch. I too lost a friend to it -- another exact contemporary, and someone I went to high school with -- six months after my mother died in 1999. Two eulogies in six months is two eulogies too many.And I'm still wondering whether all those thousands of cigarettes I smoked between 1971 and 1989 are eventually going to catch up with me.
That's tragic -- both your stories, I mean. And my heart goes out to Granny. I totally relate to her concept of morbid humour.Oh, I don't want to start thinking about cancer. I've just got through the suicide plague.
I've been reading Liz's blog for ages and she's really inspiring (how cliche) and this makes me very sad for her.My pop died of lung cancer and it was his death that made me quit and vow to never smoke again.
Thanks to &duck, been reading her blog. Now that she's stuck in a hospital for the next couple of days, let us imagine the moment when the local pentacostalist minister turns up to offer comfort & wisdom.....
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