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I have been in a kind of holding pattern for six months now. First they tell me that my Mum will die in the few months, then an experimental drug proves hopeful, and now the disease has been found in another part of her body. I have moved back home to care for her and help out my Dad. Together we are struggling to maintain a huge empty house. I feel as though have lost all my independence and sense of drive and purpose just waiting for all of this to be over.

Today I had my last chemo session..... 6 months and 15 treatments in Melbourne a round trip of 600kms each time! Amazing. What a mixture of emotions, relief and sadness. I am sure I will feel insecure to be separated from the regular connection with the medical team but at the same time I am excited to be looking at a future where I don't feel like I am staggering through mud every day. I have suddenly had a rush of F**k that was big! I am feeling very grateful for so much and that includes the sharing on this site. You have all helped so much with your sharing.

Hello, I have recently joined this group to hopefully find some like minded souls who want to care, share and lift the spirits of those of us who fall in a periodic heap due to this awful disease in it's various forms.

How quickly time flies. And how quickly chapter two is being written...' radiotherapy and chemo' The Peter mac clinic is so familiar now with so many faces easily remembered. I take a small cushion in with me to kneel on when I get on the 'bed' of the rt machine. It helps my poor old bony knees. Each day Monday to Friday Smiling staff The crumpled appointment forms My bag with books and sketching materials The waiting rooms...murmurs and low conservations, the hypnotic drone of sports commentary from the television Well thumbed who and women's weekly magazine in haphazard piles

Can someone please inform me why I don't have access to this thread suddenly? I was participating in the thread only yesterday. Thanks, Sarah

its 10 am here in the USA and about 4 hours ago i had a call from my big brother.... he would have only called me for one thing... to tell my my father has passed away. im not sure how to process everything right now, its not real to me yet being so far away. all i know is its going to be a long few weeks for me as i now have to get ready to return home early and i have a lot to do. he wasnt just my father... he was my best friend. and im going to miss him so much. i dont really know what else to say yet.