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Hello, I am new at this and not sure what I am supposed to say. Last March, I was diagnosed with Uterine Cancer and after many treatments and a hysterectomy I was declared clear. Then in May this year, my Oncologist informed me that the Cancer had returned in a more agressive manner. I am waiting to have a PET scan to determine if it is operable or not, if it is, then I will have to have my bladder, bowel and vagina removed, this I am not thrilled about, if not then I have a twelve month life expectancy, I am not thrilled about that either.

I couldn’t move for days. I lay there under the saline bag and prepared myself carefully before every breath. But most of them hurt anyway. Broken ribs are painful. Then I couldn’t move because of the morphine. They gave me another drip line and a bag of dreams. I could pump as much as I wanted into myself. I had no reason to move. Bad news was waiting: kidney failure; spinal disintegration; chemotherapy; hair loss; gout; a stuffed immune system; and a few other things besides. All ready and waiting for when I returned to earth.

At long last results arrived Dorovitch did not send to specialist Specialist 'phoned! Verbally undetectable Written results were waiting On arrival home quite late, late enough to take taxi! Written undetectable. All other test within normal limits Some things a bit low or a bit high but acceptable! Perfectly acceptable. Sailor They that go down to the sea in ships: And occupy their business in great waters; These men see the works of the Lord: And his wonders in the deep. Psalm 107

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Hello, I am writing in fear of unkown outlook for my wife who was diagnosed 5 weeks ago, have just started chemo. We have 2 daughters who I feel they need my wife more than they need me in the future. Have not been given comforting comments from some specialists which is now causing me to get angry. So many sites, so many options I am very overwhelmed in trying to find help for my beautifiul wife. Gazman.

Sitting by the Thames, behind me the brutalism of Scott's Bankside power station. It is a warm autumn day in London. Twenty four hours earlier I had sat in the humidity beside the Singapore river, drinking beer and watching the bumboats talk tourists past the old warehouses. In London the old warehouses were no more - gentrified, reconstructed,chic - as in docklands in many old cities. Thriving activity; proud technology of another age had all gone - where? Still in London the barges throbbed up and down. To what destinations?