In September 2016, I sat in a white hospital office, with a young asian doctor saying how sorry he was.  I was 44 years old, and he had just told me that without successful treatment, he expected I would be dead in 6 months time.   When I first got sick, I became a prolific reader of any and every piece of online intelligence I could get my hands on.  I liked credible scientific sources like pubmed, but also forums like these (especially when wanting to guage side effects of treatment and other personal experiences).   I won't re-hash "My Story", I'm not here for that.  I just wanted to write to YOU.   I sat in your chair, I read through all this stuff, grappling for some kind of hope to hold onto (I have 3 quite young kids).  I was trying to find ways to understand and move forward, and ideally .. to fight.   I just wanted to tell you:  it's not over.   Whatever the situation, however grim, you're still here.  I hope you win your fight against cancer, and if you don't, I hope all of your remaining days have some touch of hope and ideally happiness in them.   Cancer tries to rob you of that.  It's the dark reality of the disease.   You can be hit by a bus and die, and every day leading up to that point, you lived your life untainted by the worry and fear and isolation of being hit by a bus.  It robbed you of your life, but not your hope, your dignity, your sense of place in the world.  Cancer isn't like that, it doesn't just try to take your life, it wants to eat away at everything.   Don't let it.   I was given 6 months.  My disease was advanced.  I was in grim, mortal peril.  I went through awful, gut-wrenching treatment.   Today there is no evidence of cancer in my body.  Yes, I live with a fear of recurrence, But I also live with the hope of living at least another ten years or so (it's absolutely paramount to me, that I steward my children into adulthood without subjecting them to the grief of a lost father).   When I think back to that hospital room, and those first days and weeks, and how .. adrift I felt .. I wish I could go back and coach myself a little.  But I can't.  But maybe I *can* help you.   Don't give in to the fear and anxiety, find a way to accept the things that you can't change, so that you can squeeze all the happiness available to you out of whatever time you have left.   (I think that actually applies whether you have cancer or not).   But yeah.  Six months.  And now I'm sitting just shy of 2 years post-treatment.  At that 2 year mark, my statistical risk of recurrent cancer drops dramatically.  There's no guarantee that your treatment trajectory will follow a successful path .. but however things land for you, it's largely outside your control.   What you CAN control is your short-term choices.   Try and enjoy the people you love, make the most of them, and if you can .. have a little fun.   Don't let the fear knock you over.   ... View more

I've basically made some choices about how I live that I'm uncertain about, and I wanted to see what opinions might be out there in the community about the moral correctness of it all.   I'll preface with a warning that some of this stuff is adult and potentially wildly inappropriate, so if you're under 18 or that stuff freaks you out READ NO FURTHER PLEASE.   It means telling a bit of a story, so if you're not a reader - quit now.  If you are, at the end I'd ask a few simple questions and invite your commentary.  They relate to key family relationships in my life, and even though I'll give the abridged version of the story, it's necessary for context, so bear with me.   OK so first up, a generation back.  My maternal grandfather was a french survivor of WW2, a collaborator with the germans, and quite a broken person.  He used abused alcohol and used my grandmother as a punching bag.  If I, as a grandchild, saw some of that, my mother most certainly did.  I also suspect that he may have made lewd remarks about his daughters, if not actually interfered with them.   My mother has been a lifelong heroin addict.  She got caught in the 70s counter-culture, thinking she is a free-spirited hippie, but personally I just think the simplest way to characterise her is weakness.  She's been in prison when I was very young, and I lived with my grandparents for that time.  My early and teen life can be characterised by (in my opinion) emotional neglect.. as a junkie really thinks in very transaction terms, and that is not the language of love.  It gives a developing child severely mixed messages.  Plus of course there's the exposure to other junkies, violence, and when she turned 30 or so a total life lesbian conversion which she thought was cool to hedonistically rub in everybody's faces.   At it's peak, I was about 14 or 15, and she asked me if I was masturbating yet, and then further asked me to make my .. well, my "stuff" into a cup so she could impregnate her girlfriend.  I see this as awful child abuse, really - she's mortgaging the future of a disturbed teenage child, looking to make him the father of his half brother, with no care or concern for his welfare.  (I declined.  Vocally.  With swear words).  Later that evening, her girlfriend came and tried to ply me with alcohol for more of a direct consummation, which I see as even worse.  (And would not have happened without my mother's consent/collusion).   I left home not long after, after first finding alternative homes for my two younger brothers.  I slung a backpack over my shoulder and spent 30 days walking from Brisbane to Sydney, where I lived for a time with my grandparents, kind of mediating them into a latter-life peace.  (Although I lost my grandmother to bladder cancer not long after).   So basically, I've never trusted my mother.  I don't like her.  I don't respect her.  I feel pity for her.   I have three children of my own, and I give her some exposure to them (I actually make more of an effort than she does), but it will always be under my terms and direct supervision.  She will always be "on notice" with me, any continuing relationship will always be conditional.   She resents this, and often asks to have my kids overnight, or suggests activities where she could take them, wanting to be grandmother.  From time to time she would remark how well her sons have turned out, in a "ha, I didnt do that bad a job", and she makes unwelcome remarks about how my children will one day abandon me.   After the cancer, she asked again for overnight caring of the children, and rather than avoid the topic, dance around it, or find a path-of-least-resistance gentlest possible reply, I just told her the above, straight up.    So my question is this:  is that level of honesty OK?   Having survived cancer so far, I'm still aware that my time may be short, and I really don't want to waste emotional energy on an unhealthy relationship.  I don't want to waste my time and resources playing "politics" in relationships any more.  I've always been a peace-maker and consensus builder, but I feel strongly now a preference toward blunt honesty.  But I don't want to be cruel.  So is blunt honesty OK even if it's hurtful to the recipient ?  Am I in some kind of passive-aggressive-enable-quasi-psychological-jedi-mind-trick-personal-game by dealing with her at all ?  My personal preference is to sever the relationship completely, but I keep it passively open for her, the kids, and my wife's approval.     My secondary story & question relates to my brothers.   A year before my cancer, I took my youngest brother (30) to the snow with my family (me, wife, 3 young kids ages 4-8).  We were there with accomodation and a massive rental car, and had room for +1 so took him along for some cheap skiing.   One evening, my wife had an escalation with my eldest son, and it reached an impasse.  Wife was furious at him, he was distressed and upset.  I nodded at her, and pulled him aside, taking the baton.  I explained to my son that you don't solve problems by getting upset or crying or yelling, but by respectful mediation.  I didn't submit to his tantrum, but rather with a kind of neutral authority gave him a new tool to tackle the problem with.   My brother suddenly outburst about this "you CAN'T give in to him, if you give him what he wants, he'll walk all over you"  (loudly and in front of the family).     I asked him to stop, but he further berated me.  Unfortunately my dynamic with the brother has always been more parent/child, given our mother's situation, and I've always been the one sort-of trying to guide him to the light, so he's used to gentleness and non-critical remarks from me.   Anyway the guy is a massive fan of "the dog whisperer" and self help manuals that teach him to manipulate women with a kind of "warm authority" and how to establish "power relationships" and all that bull**bleep**.  After a gentle, then less than gentle rebuke, I told him to stop as we are "on the knife's edge".   He insisted that his comic-book view on parenting (he has no kids) and conflict resolution was correct and I was a high-functioning moron (in front of my family).  Angered, I shut him up by saying "mate, you cant even train your dog"  (he has an aggressive dog and he's proud of his control over it, but he's not a good trainer, so it stung him).   From then, we haven't spoken.   His dad got cancer and I reached out a few times, offering an ear, offering to put any conflict aside.   Then I got cancer, and I never heard from him at all.  No phone call, nothing.   I'm less than impressed with him, and I forgive myself, I don't feel bad about my conduct at any stage in this long relationship.   My question:  post-cancer, my position on this is also "forget it".  I don't want to make effort to repair a one-sided relationship.  I feel that him not in any way reaching out when I had a (potentially 6 months to live) cancer diagnosis, he didnt even reach out to my wife and ask her if she's OK.  Nothing.  Not impressed with any of that, his little pique over a dog comment and the associated hurt pride is too much to put aside.  I made efforts, he didn't respond.  So I'm fine writing off the relationship.  I just sometimes feel as though I should be the bigger person, should use the wider and bigger toolkit that I have to fix things up, even if it's one-sided.  But then the cancer speaks to me and it says "nope, forget it.  I don't WANT to be the bigger man.  I'd rather use this to rebalance who are the important people in my life, strike him from the list and focus on the names still there"   Basically, I'm already pretty firm in my mind about both choices.  I think they're OK.   But I'm not particularly prideful.  I don't think I'm close minded.  Before boxing them up and putting them on a shelf as "policy is set", I thought I'd ask the community for their remarks, in case it gives me pause (or extra validation).   Thank you for your time.         ... 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