stephie34 said:
I couldnt agree more!
My dad was misdiagnosed as having piles by the same doctor (the family doctor) for a year when in fact he was actually suffering with one of the most curable (if caught in the early stages) forms of cancer, bowel cancer.
After a year the tumour had grown and over the next six years he went through a series of radiotherapy, stiched, unstiched, wounds opened, closed, reopened and all different kinds of nasty medicines and treatments which may have not been necessary had he have got a second opinion.
A true scotsman, as strong as an oxe, a very proud man, pain-stakingly and without complaint fought his battle for six years. He died at 54.
He had faith.
He was my dad. I miss him. Alot
x
sorry doll for your loss.
same with my mother, she had an easily curable cancer, but for ages was misdiagnosed with endometriosis (it was cervical cancer). deep down i knew she had cancer, as she lost lots of weight and was puking every night. i knew when i laid in my bed she had cancer before they even diagnosed it, but felt i shouldnt say anything in case i got shouted at for 'making bad stuff up'
when they found out she did have cancer, didnt even shock me as i already knew. it was at a high level by then (cat C i think) she couldnt have chemo due to her kidneys ruined, so they did the most extreme form of raiotherapy, which was shove metal rods up her vagina and fried the thing to shreds. it went into remission, but then it came back and in the february she was diagnosed terminal. then she started fainting everywhere but remained ok, then in her last 2 weeks (end of july - start of august) she deteriorated rapidly. cancer must of metastisised everywhere. i think they said it had spread to other organs. on the day she was admitted to the hospice, she walked to the ambulance, 5 days later, she died a horrific death wide awake and basically her system shut down but she tried to fight. i watch my mum screaming choking to death. i remember even when she stopped moving with her mouth wide open i was watching the throat try to swallow air. she looked at my dad, then my aunty, then me, then died with her eyes back on dad. she died of cancer and renal failure. she was only in her early 40's.
scarred me for life. i still lose sleep over it, and have nightmares.
cancer is a F*CKING HORRIFIC THING.
