I am looking after a mate at the moment
he has stage 4 lung cancer. So he has a tumour on his lung which has spread to his lymph nodes. It was only spotted when it then spread to his brain and gave him the symptoms of a severe stroke.
He went from an energetic everyday bloke to being half paralysed, and confined to a wheelchair with roughly 6 months to live all in the space of 3 weeks.
Instead of seeing him at work and having a laugh or meeting out for a pint and chatting shit all night I am now helping him have a poo or cutting up his dinner when ever I have a chance to be there.
No one is going to stop him smoking now, there is no point, and sitting with him outside chatting shit is one of the pleasures he has left.
It's been horrific, and it isn't over yet.
He is only 60.
Time goes so quick and all the plans he had for the rest of his life are now just gone.
That's all I wanted to say.
( Herb Alpert's Taxi Driver I have very beautiful lips, Fri 16 Nov 2012, 0:31, 1 reply)

Thanks
You said what needed to be said very eloquently. Battered - please stop. Today. Give us updates this week whilst QOTW is open.
(justin(e), Fri 16 Nov 2012, 1:18, closed)