Previously known as Tams Terminal and then Tamsterminal2. . . Don't know if I am doing something wrong but I have got chemo brain (or possibly just old age creeping up on me)
Lung cancer diagnosed in October 2014 which was successfully removed with part of my left lung. Followed by chemo which I live to regret having.
In September 2015 I developed seizures (lucky I was attending a follow-up at the hospital so got an immediate diagnosis of 'terminal') and booked in very quickly for stereotactic surgery in October.
A year later had further surgery for a new tumour but the others were behaving themselves and two were missing altogether.
The doctors were unable to offer anything other than steroids which I refused and since then I have been left on my own. It's nearly a year since my last checkup so possibly they think I have already died. I am going to pop in one day to surprise my oncology team.
I am on my own essentially. My youngest (20) is diagnosed with Asperger Syndrome which makes life interesting. Following my diagnosis my 21 year old daughter decided to go travelling and ended up in Australia. She left me with her kitten to look after even though I had been advised to avoid germs and infections from animals etc.
My eldest son is married with a family and occasionally visits. Sadly his father has also recently been diagnosed with cancer so I feel for him.
To add to the 'fun' my mum is 98 and recently had chemo for leukemia which was diagnosed after a hip operation which she had waited years for. She lives over 200 miles away and cannot travel - and I struggle to get to her. I have to resort to shouting at her over the phone every Sunday morning - especially when she tells me she is drinking lucozade to give her energy.
