Well being

[DILLIGAF]

I get offered every year flu Covid even pneumonia last year never took any of them I’m still here I don’t ask for appointments but they send them anyway I just bin them get the sniffles now and then as we all do I take a daily vitamin try to eat healthy in between snacks you pays yer money and takes yer choices

and then yer arse fell aff...serves ye right

 

[MickyMcMick]

and then yer arse fell aff...serves ye right

Overdose vitamin C my arse dropped ma gutts

 

[scotcel]

5yrs cancer free



My nightmare started 5 years ago when I had trouble swallowing solid food.
I went to my local GP who sent me for PEP & MRI scans.
When we received the results he sent me to a Head & Neck surgeon.
Who booked me to the next cancer team meeting the following Tuesday.
Sitting on a bed he proceeded to slide a camera up my nose down to the base of my tongue, where they all viewed (on the big coloured screen) my cancer including my wife, a nurse.
They decided my cancer had spread too far for a surgical solution, they decided I needed a chemical solution of 6 Chemotherapy sessions & 8 weeks of daily Radiation.

Which is another story on its own being in a ward for 4 hours with other people facing death like myself, and how honest we were with each other, including our fears & hopes for our families left behind, I was lucky that my kids had grown up but others facing death were more concerned about their families left behind than their health outcomes..

The following day I was booked into the cancer ward where I laid on a table with a arm rest, where a doctor cut a slit in my arm and fed a tube (line) into my main vein and slid the line all the way to my heart & maneuvered it in my heart exactly where she wanted it, at the time we were both watch it on a big screen.
I said to her you know I'm awake watching this, she said you a Glasgow boy you can handle this. She shamed me so much that I nearly stopped crying.

The next day I was booked in for another procedure.
At least I was given a general anesthesia procedure, when I woke up I had a hole in my stomach with a tube sticking out that I would be fed through for the next couple of months. No wonder I lost 17 kilo in 8 weeks.

My next drama was being able to handle being locked down on the Radiation table, unable to move with that mask so tight it left squares on my face when they took it off.
It only took about 20 mins but being locked down on my own till they came back in to release me was a nightmare on its own.
I took 2 valium for the 1st session, 1 valium for the second session & half a tablet for the rest of that week.
By the 2nd week I was on 12 mg Oxycontin patches, then 25 mg patches.
Followed by 12 mg Fentanyl patches, followed by 25 mg patches.
I said I was concerned I would get addicted to them.
They explained if you need the pain killers, you don't get addicted its only when you take them for a high that you get addicted.

After every Radiation session a nurse would check my vital signs & if she called the doctor over I knew I was staying in the hospital which happened to me 4 times for 4 days.
Each time I stayed in, the hospital's Psychiatrists would come and ask me how I was handling it.
I alway told her I was OK, the only time I contacted her, she abruckly said
No you can't have antidepressants because Ange has gone to England
and hung up,
I thought she isn't very sympathetic for cancer doctor, she must be a hun.I thought.

Although I would often fall asleep watching Celtic TV I would just watch it the next day, As I mentioned before, watching Celtic on TV was very clinical
I would read KerryDale St ( till I got barred for my socialist views) but I still had The noise to let me know what the nuts and bolts of the fans thought of what was happening with Celtic, at that time I was to crook to participate in the discussions but enjoyed the banter.

My final two points, don't be a fool like me & put off going to a doctor,
My brother who took me to my first Celtic game is 12 years older than me, he had a bowel problem and went to the doctors straight away, he had minor surgery, and was out after a couple of days.
He had one Chemo session & after 3 months was good as knew.

My second point is if it wasn't for my wife, a nurse who made me get up and walk around the house when I just wanted to lay on the lounge and die.
Putting up with my bad moods when she was driving me to the hospital for my cancer treatment, turning the first corner or breaking I would feel nausea and complain she was driving to close to the car in front ect, all totally unreasonable,
Letting my kids know when I was well enough for a visit, especially with my grandkids wearing their Celtic top on that I had given them.

I am writing this now as I have just been given the all clear after 5 year, which is a significant time, and don't have to make any more appointments but I know cancer is just in remission never really gone as other patients I met were back for their 2nd or even their 3rd time with cancer, personally I would rather die than go through that again but as other pointed out to me with young children depended on them they don't have a choice but to go through it all again even if it only gives them a little bit longer with their family.

Its only when you go through difficult time you appreciate what it means
YOU WILL NEVER WALK ALONE
HH

 

[TTQtKK⚠️]

5yrs cancer free
View attachment 24967


My nightmare started 5 years ago when I had trouble swallowing solid food.
I went to my local GP who sent me for PEP & MRI scans.
When we received the results he sent me to a Head & Neck surgeon.
Who booked me to the next cancer team meeting the following Tuesday.
Sitting on a bed he proceeded to slide a camera up my nose down to the base of my tongue, where they all viewed (on the big coloured screen) my cancer including my wife, a nurse.
They decided my cancer had spread too far for a surgical solution, they decided I needed a chemical solution of 6 Chemotherapy sessions & 8 weeks of daily Radiation.

Which is another story on its own being in a ward for 4 hours with other people facing death like myself, and how honest we were with each other, including our fears & hopes for our families left behind, I was lucky that my kids had grown up but others facing death were more concerned about their families left behind than their health outcomes..

The following day I was booked into the cancer ward where I laid on a table with a arm rest, where a doctor cut a slit in my arm and fed a tube (line) into my main vein and slid the line all the way to my heart & maneuvered it in my heart exactly where she wanted it, at the time we were both watch it on a big screen.
I said to her you know I'm awake watching this, she said you a Glasgow boy you can handle this. She shamed me so much that I nearly stopped crying.

The next day I was booked in for another procedure.
At least I was given a general anesthesia procedure, when I woke up I had a hole in my stomach with a tube sticking out that I would be fed through for the next couple of months. No wonder I lost 17 kilo in 8 weeks.

My next drama was being able to handle being locked down on the Radiation table, unable to move with that mask so tight it left squares on my face when they took it off.
It only took about 20 mins but being locked down on my own till they came back in to release me was a nightmare on its own.
I took 2 valium for the 1st session, 1 valium for the second session & half a tablet for the rest of that week.
By the 2nd week I was on 12 mg Oxycontin patches, then 25 mg patches.
Followed by 12 mg Fentanyl patches, followed by 25 mg patches.
I said I was concerned I would get addicted to them.
They explained if you need the pain killers, you don't get addicted its only when you take them for a high that you get addicted.

After every Radiation session a nurse would check my vital signs & if she called the doctor over I knew I was staying in the hospital which happened to me 4 times for 4 days.
Each time I stayed in, the hospital's Psychiatrists would come and ask me how I was handling it.
I alway told her I was OK, the only time I contacted her, she abruckly said
No you can't have antidepressants because Ange has gone to England
and hung up,
I thought she isn't very sympathetic for cancer doctor, she must be a hun.I thought.

Although I would often fall asleep watching Celtic TV I would just watch it the next day, As I mentioned before, watching Celtic on TV was very clinical
I would read KerryDale St ( till I got barred for my socialist views) but I still had The noise to let me know what the nuts and bolts of the fans thought of what was happening with Celtic, at that time I was to crook to participate in the discussions but enjoyed the banter.

My final two points, don't be a fool like me & put off going to a doctor,
My brother who took me to my first Celtic game is 12 years older than me, he had a bowel problem and went to the doctors straight away, he had minor surgery, and was out after a couple of days.
He had one Chemo session & after 3 months was good as knew.

My second point is if it wasn't for my wife, a nurse who made me get up and walk around the house when I just wanted to lay on the lounge and die.
Putting up with my bad moods when she was driving me to the hospital for my cancer treatment, turning the first corner or breaking I would feel nausea and complain she was driving to close to the car in front ect, all totally unreasonable,
Letting my kids know when I was well enough for a visit, especially with my grandkids wearing their Celtic top on that I had given them.

I am writing this now as I have just been given the all clear after 5 year, which is a significant time, and don't have to make any more appointments but I know cancer is just in remission never really gone as other patients I met were back for their 2nd or even their 3rd time with cancer, personally I would rather die than go through that again but as other pointed out to me with young children depended on them they don't have a choice but to go through it all again even if it only gives them a little bit longer with their family.

Its only when you go through difficult time you appreciate what it means
YOU WILL NEVER WALK ALONE
HH

Great news that you’re in remission @scotcel take it easy. My Dad was clear for nearly 20years
Wishing you all the best

 

[Bridie Bhoy]

5yrs cancer free
View attachment 24967


My nightmare started 5 years ago when I had trouble swallowing solid food.
I went to my local GP who sent me for PEP & MRI scans.
When we received the results he sent me to a Head & Neck surgeon.
Who booked me to the next cancer team meeting the following Tuesday.
Sitting on a bed he proceeded to slide a camera up my nose down to the base of my tongue, where they all viewed (on the big coloured screen) my cancer including my wife, a nurse.
They decided my cancer had spread too far for a surgical solution, they decided I needed a chemical solution of 6 Chemotherapy sessions & 8 weeks of daily Radiation.

Which is another story on its own being in a ward for 4 hours with other people facing death like myself, and how honest we were with each other, including our fears & hopes for our families left behind, I was lucky that my kids had grown up but others facing death were more concerned about their families left behind than their health outcomes..

The following day I was booked into the cancer ward where I laid on a table with a arm rest, where a doctor cut a slit in my arm and fed a tube (line) into my main vein and slid the line all the way to my heart & maneuvered it in my heart exactly where she wanted it, at the time we were both watch it on a big screen.
I said to her you know I'm awake watching this, she said you a Glasgow boy you can handle this. She shamed me so much that I nearly stopped crying.

The next day I was booked in for another procedure.
At least I was given a general anesthesia procedure, when I woke up I had a hole in my stomach with a tube sticking out that I would be fed through for the next couple of months. No wonder I lost 17 kilo in 8 weeks.

My next drama was being able to handle being locked down on the Radiation table, unable to move with that mask so tight it left squares on my face when they took it off.
It only took about 20 mins but being locked down on my own till they came back in to release me was a nightmare on its own.
I took 2 valium for the 1st session, 1 valium for the second session & half a tablet for the rest of that week.
By the 2nd week I was on 12 mg Oxycontin patches, then 25 mg patches.
Followed by 12 mg Fentanyl patches, followed by 25 mg patches.
I said I was concerned I would get addicted to them.
They explained if you need the pain killers, you don't get addicted its only when you take them for a high that you get addicted.

After every Radiation session a nurse would check my vital signs & if she called the doctor over I knew I was staying in the hospital which happened to me 4 times for 4 days.
Each time I stayed in, the hospital's Psychiatrists would come and ask me how I was handling it.
I alway told her I was OK, the only time I contacted her, she abruckly said
No you can't have antidepressants because Ange has gone to England
and hung up,
I thought she isn't very sympathetic for cancer doctor, she must be a hun.I thought.

Although I would often fall asleep watching Celtic TV I would just watch it the next day, As I mentioned before, watching Celtic on TV was very clinical
I would read KerryDale St ( till I got barred for my socialist views) but I still had The noise to let me know what the nuts and bolts of the fans thought of what was happening with Celtic, at that time I was to crook to participate in the discussions but enjoyed the banter.

My final two points, don't be a fool like me & put off going to a doctor,
My brother who took me to my first Celtic game is 12 years older than me, he had a bowel problem and went to the doctors straight away, he had minor surgery, and was out after a couple of days.
He had one Chemo session & after 3 months was good as knew.

My second point is if it wasn't for my wife, a nurse who made me get up and walk around the house when I just wanted to lay on the lounge and die.
Putting up with my bad moods when she was driving me to the hospital for my cancer treatment, turning the first corner or breaking I would feel nausea and complain she was driving to close to the car in front ect, all totally unreasonable,
Letting my kids know when I was well enough for a visit, especially with my grandkids wearing their Celtic top on that I had given them.

I am writing this now as I have just been given the all clear after 5 year, which is a significant time, and don't have to make any more appointments but I know cancer is just in remission never really gone as other patients I met were back for their 2nd or even their 3rd time with cancer, personally I would rather die than go through that again but as other pointed out to me with young children depended on them they don't have a choice but to go through it all again even if it only gives them a little bit longer with their family.

Its only when you go through difficult time you appreciate what it means
YOU WILL NEVER WALK ALONE
HH

That is a hell of a journey you have been on. I'm glad it has worked out well for you in the end. I thought at first you were posting a photo of you in your gimp suit, but it ended up being even more horrific.

You are correct about not ignoring signs. The start of last year I became ill (nothing really serious like you have been through) but I had known for a few months that I was no well but ignored the problem until it blew up. That was just stupid of me as it could have been something much worse (and truth be told, I thought it possibly was).

I am glad you are still able to enjoy life and make wonderful memories with your family and friends. Plus you've watched the Hoops win 4 league titles, 3 Scottish Cups & 4 League Cups in the last 5 years since you became cancer free.

Take care. YNWA.

 

[Frank Owen]

5yrs cancer free
View attachment 24967


My nightmare started 5 years ago when I had trouble swallowing solid food.
I went to my local GP who sent me for PEP & MRI scans.
When we received the results he sent me to a Head & Neck surgeon.
Who booked me to the next cancer team meeting the following Tuesday.
Sitting on a bed he proceeded to slide a camera up my nose down to the base of my tongue, where they all viewed (on the big coloured screen) my cancer including my wife, a nurse.
They decided my cancer had spread too far for a surgical solution, they decided I needed a chemical solution of 6 Chemotherapy sessions & 8 weeks of daily Radiation.

Which is another story on its own being in a ward for 4 hours with other people facing death like myself, and how honest we were with each other, including our fears & hopes for our families left behind, I was lucky that my kids had grown up but others facing death were more concerned about their families left behind than their health outcomes..

The following day I was booked into the cancer ward where I laid on a table with a arm rest, where a doctor cut a slit in my arm and fed a tube (line) into my main vein and slid the line all the way to my heart & maneuvered it in my heart exactly where she wanted it, at the time we were both watch it on a big screen.
I said to her you know I'm awake watching this, she said you a Glasgow boy you can handle this. She shamed me so much that I nearly stopped crying.

The next day I was booked in for another procedure.
At least I was given a general anesthesia procedure, when I woke up I had a hole in my stomach with a tube sticking out that I would be fed through for the next couple of months. No wonder I lost 17 kilo in 8 weeks.

My next drama was being able to handle being locked down on the Radiation table, unable to move with that mask so tight it left squares on my face when they took it off.
It only took about 20 mins but being locked down on my own till they came back in to release me was a nightmare on its own.
I took 2 valium for the 1st session, 1 valium for the second session & half a tablet for the rest of that week.
By the 2nd week I was on 12 mg Oxycontin patches, then 25 mg patches.
Followed by 12 mg Fentanyl patches, followed by 25 mg patches.
I said I was concerned I would get addicted to them.
They explained if you need the pain killers, you don't get addicted its only when you take them for a high that you get addicted.

After every Radiation session a nurse would check my vital signs & if she called the doctor over I knew I was staying in the hospital which happened to me 4 times for 4 days.
Each time I stayed in, the hospital's Psychiatrists would come and ask me how I was handling it.
I alway told her I was OK, the only time I contacted her, she abruckly said
No you can't have antidepressants because Ange has gone to England
and hung up,
I thought she isn't very sympathetic for cancer doctor, she must be a hun.I thought.

Although I would often fall asleep watching Celtic TV I would just watch it the next day, As I mentioned before, watching Celtic on TV was very clinical
I would read KerryDale St ( till I got barred for my socialist views) but I still had The noise to let me know what the nuts and bolts of the fans thought of what was happening with Celtic, at that time I was to crook to participate in the discussions but enjoyed the banter.

My final two points, don't be a fool like me & put off going to a doctor,
My brother who took me to my first Celtic game is 12 years older than me, he had a bowel problem and went to the doctors straight away, he had minor surgery, and was out after a couple of days.
He had one Chemo session & after 3 months was good as knew.

My second point is if it wasn't for my wife, a nurse who made me get up and walk around the house when I just wanted to lay on the lounge and die.
Putting up with my bad moods when she was driving me to the hospital for my cancer treatment, turning the first corner or breaking I would feel nausea and complain she was driving to close to the car in front ect, all totally unreasonable,
Letting my kids know when I was well enough for a visit, especially with my grandkids wearing their Celtic top on that I had given them.

I am writing this now as I have just been given the all clear after 5 year, which is a significant time, and don't have to make any more appointments but I know cancer is just in remission never really gone as other patients I met were back for their 2nd or even their 3rd time with cancer, personally I would rather die than go through that again but as other pointed out to me with young children depended on them they don't have a choice but to go through it all again even if it only gives them a little bit longer with their family.

Its only when you go through difficult time you appreciate what it means
YOU WILL NEVER WALK ALONE
HH

Reading your story has lifted my spirits, scotcel. I've got a sister going through pretty much what you've described.

I'm really so happy for you and your loved ones. Going through such anguish absolutely jolts us back to the real world and makes us prioritise the things that matter above all else.

Thanks very much for sharing your remarkable story with us. To yourself and any of you good folk reading this who happen to be in a battle with illness, I wish you all great success on your journey back to good health.

Thanks once again, scotcel.

 

[Magnificent 7]

Quite a story of a painful time in your battle against that bastard cancer mate.
Your description of your treatment really hits home the horrible reality of what you and many others have had to go through.
There won't be many of us who haven't went through it with a close loved one or in many cases personally.
Delighted for you that somehow you got through it and are in a position to share your story.
I see you even managed to keep informed about Celtic during the trauma.
Hail Hail to you and your bravery to get to your remission status.
Good luck for the future

 

[The Shamrock]

5yrs cancer free
View attachment 24967


My nightmare started 5 years ago when I had trouble swallowing solid food.
I went to my local GP who sent me for PEP & MRI scans.
When we received the results he sent me to a Head & Neck surgeon.
Who booked me to the next cancer team meeting the following Tuesday.
Sitting on a bed he proceeded to slide a camera up my nose down to the base of my tongue, where they all viewed (on the big coloured screen) my cancer including my wife, a nurse.
They decided my cancer had spread too far for a surgical solution, they decided I needed a chemical solution of 6 Chemotherapy sessions & 8 weeks of daily Radiation.

Which is another story on its own being in a ward for 4 hours with other people facing death like myself, and how honest we were with each other, including our fears & hopes for our families left behind, I was lucky that my kids had grown up but others facing death were more concerned about their families left behind than their health outcomes..

The following day I was booked into the cancer ward where I laid on a table with a arm rest, where a doctor cut a slit in my arm and fed a tube (line) into my main vein and slid the line all the way to my heart & maneuvered it in my heart exactly where she wanted it, at the time we were both watch it on a big screen.
I said to her you know I'm awake watching this, she said you a Glasgow boy you can handle this. She shamed me so much that I nearly stopped crying.

The next day I was booked in for another procedure.
At least I was given a general anesthesia procedure, when I woke up I had a hole in my stomach with a tube sticking out that I would be fed through for the next couple of months. No wonder I lost 17 kilo in 8 weeks.

My next drama was being able to handle being locked down on the Radiation table, unable to move with that mask so tight it left squares on my face when they took it off.
It only took about 20 mins but being locked down on my own till they came back in to release me was a nightmare on its own.
I took 2 valium for the 1st session, 1 valium for the second session & half a tablet for the rest of that week.
By the 2nd week I was on 12 mg Oxycontin patches, then 25 mg patches.
Followed by 12 mg Fentanyl patches, followed by 25 mg patches.
I said I was concerned I would get addicted to them.
They explained if you need the pain killers, you don't get addicted its only when you take them for a high that you get addicted.

After every Radiation session a nurse would check my vital signs & if she called the doctor over I knew I was staying in the hospital which happened to me 4 times for 4 days.
Each time I stayed in, the hospital's Psychiatrists would come and ask me how I was handling it.
I alway told her I was OK, the only time I contacted her, she abruckly said
No you can't have antidepressants because Ange has gone to England
and hung up,
I thought she isn't very sympathetic for cancer doctor, she must be a hun.I thought.

Although I would often fall asleep watching Celtic TV I would just watch it the next day, As I mentioned before, watching Celtic on TV was very clinical
I would read KerryDale St ( till I got barred for my socialist views) but I still had The noise to let me know what the nuts and bolts of the fans thought of what was happening with Celtic, at that time I was to crook to participate in the discussions but enjoyed the banter.

My final two points, don't be a fool like me & put off going to a doctor,
My brother who took me to my first Celtic game is 12 years older than me, he had a bowel problem and went to the doctors straight away, he had minor surgery, and was out after a couple of days.
He had one Chemo session & after 3 months was good as knew.

My second point is if it wasn't for my wife, a nurse who made me get up and walk around the house when I just wanted to lay on the lounge and die.
Putting up with my bad moods when she was driving me to the hospital for my cancer treatment, turning the first corner or breaking I would feel nausea and complain she was driving to close to the car in front ect, all totally unreasonable,
Letting my kids know when I was well enough for a visit, especially with my grandkids wearing their Celtic top on that I had given them.

I am writing this now as I have just been given the all clear after 5 year, which is a significant time, and don't have to make any more appointments but I know cancer is just in remission never really gone as other patients I met were back for their 2nd or even their 3rd time with cancer, personally I would rather die than go through that again but as other pointed out to me with young children depended on them they don't have a choice but to go through it all again even if it only gives them a little bit longer with their family.

Its only when you go through difficult time you appreciate what it means
YOU WILL NEVER WALK ALONE
HH

What a battle but it was worth it Scotcel.
You must be a feisty one to not give up during the worst days.

Lang may your lum reek and all the very best to you going to forward.

 

[Richybhoy]

5yrs cancer free
View attachment 24967


My nightmare started 5 years ago when I had trouble swallowing solid food.
I went to my local GP who sent me for PEP & MRI scans.
When we received the results he sent me to a Head & Neck surgeon.
Who booked me to the next cancer team meeting the following Tuesday.
Sitting on a bed he proceeded to slide a camera up my nose down to the base of my tongue, where they all viewed (on the big coloured screen) my cancer including my wife, a nurse.
They decided my cancer had spread too far for a surgical solution, they decided I needed a chemical solution of 6 Chemotherapy sessions & 8 weeks of daily Radiation.

Which is another story on its own being in a ward for 4 hours with other people facing death like myself, and how honest we were with each other, including our fears & hopes for our families left behind, I was lucky that my kids had grown up but others facing death were more concerned about their families left behind than their health outcomes..

The following day I was booked into the cancer ward where I laid on a table with a arm rest, where a doctor cut a slit in my arm and fed a tube (line) into my main vein and slid the line all the way to my heart & maneuvered it in my heart exactly where she wanted it, at the time we were both watch it on a big screen.
I said to her you know I'm awake watching this, she said you a Glasgow boy you can handle this. She shamed me so much that I nearly stopped crying.

The next day I was booked in for another procedure.
At least I was given a general anesthesia procedure, when I woke up I had a hole in my stomach with a tube sticking out that I would be fed through for the next couple of months. No wonder I lost 17 kilo in 8 weeks.

My next drama was being able to handle being locked down on the Radiation table, unable to move with that mask so tight it left squares on my face when they took it off.
It only took about 20 mins but being locked down on my own till they came back in to release me was a nightmare on its own.
I took 2 valium for the 1st session, 1 valium for the second session & half a tablet for the rest of that week.
By the 2nd week I was on 12 mg Oxycontin patches, then 25 mg patches.
Followed by 12 mg Fentanyl patches, followed by 25 mg patches.
I said I was concerned I would get addicted to them.
They explained if you need the pain killers, you don't get addicted its only when you take them for a high that you get addicted.

After every Radiation session a nurse would check my vital signs & if she called the doctor over I knew I was staying in the hospital which happened to me 4 times for 4 days.
Each time I stayed in, the hospital's Psychiatrists would come and ask me how I was handling it.
I alway told her I was OK, the only time I contacted her, she abruckly said
No you can't have antidepressants because Ange has gone to England
and hung up,
I thought she isn't very sympathetic for cancer doctor, she must be a hun.I thought.

Although I would often fall asleep watching Celtic TV I would just watch it the next day, As I mentioned before, watching Celtic on TV was very clinical
I would read KerryDale St ( till I got barred for my socialist views) but I still had The noise to let me know what the nuts and bolts of the fans thought of what was happening with Celtic, at that time I was to crook to participate in the discussions but enjoyed the banter.

My final two points, don't be a fool like me & put off going to a doctor,
My brother who took me to my first Celtic game is 12 years older than me, he had a bowel problem and went to the doctors straight away, he had minor surgery, and was out after a couple of days.
He had one Chemo session & after 3 months was good as knew.

My second point is if it wasn't for my wife, a nurse who made me get up and walk around the house when I just wanted to lay on the lounge and die.
Putting up with my bad moods when she was driving me to the hospital for my cancer treatment, turning the first corner or breaking I would feel nausea and complain she was driving to close to the car in front ect, all totally unreasonable,
Letting my kids know when I was well enough for a visit, especially with my grandkids wearing their Celtic top on that I had given them.

I am writing this now as I have just been given the all clear after 5 year, which is a significant time, and don't have to make any more appointments but I know cancer is just in remission never really gone as other patients I met were back for their 2nd or even their 3rd time with cancer, personally I would rather die than go through that again but as other pointed out to me with young children depended on them they don't have a choice but to go through it all again even if it only gives them a little bit longer with their family.

Its only when you go through difficult time you appreciate what it means
YOU WILL NEVER WALK ALONE
HH

What a story Scotcel. Great news aboot getting the all clear. All the other stuff that goes on in life pales into insignificance when faced with cancer. Onwards and upwards bud. All the best to you and yours.

 

[JamSam67]

5yrs cancer free
View attachment 24967


My nightmare started 5 years ago when I had trouble swallowing solid food.
I went to my local GP who sent me for PEP & MRI scans.
When we received the results he sent me to a Head & Neck surgeon.
Who booked me to the next cancer team meeting the following Tuesday.
Sitting on a bed he proceeded to slide a camera up my nose down to the base of my tongue, where they all viewed (on the big coloured screen) my cancer including my wife, a nurse.
They decided my cancer had spread too far for a surgical solution, they decided I needed a chemical solution of 6 Chemotherapy sessions & 8 weeks of daily Radiation.

Which is another story on its own being in a ward for 4 hours with other people facing death like myself, and how honest we were with each other, including our fears & hopes for our families left behind, I was lucky that my kids had grown up but others facing death were more concerned about their families left behind than their health outcomes..

The following day I was booked into the cancer ward where I laid on a table with a arm rest, where a doctor cut a slit in my arm and fed a tube (line) into my main vein and slid the line all the way to my heart & maneuvered it in my heart exactly where she wanted it, at the time we were both watch it on a big screen.
I said to her you know I'm awake watching this, she said you a Glasgow boy you can handle this. She shamed me so much that I nearly stopped crying.

The next day I was booked in for another procedure.
At least I was given a general anesthesia procedure, when I woke up I had a hole in my stomach with a tube sticking out that I would be fed through for the next couple of months. No wonder I lost 17 kilo in 8 weeks.

My next drama was being able to handle being locked down on the Radiation table, unable to move with that mask so tight it left squares on my face when they took it off.
It only took about 20 mins but being locked down on my own till they came back in to release me was a nightmare on its own.
I took 2 valium for the 1st session, 1 valium for the second session & half a tablet for the rest of that week.
By the 2nd week I was on 12 mg Oxycontin patches, then 25 mg patches.
Followed by 12 mg Fentanyl patches, followed by 25 mg patches.
I said I was concerned I would get addicted to them.
They explained if you need the pain killers, you don't get addicted its only when you take them for a high that you get addicted.

After every Radiation session a nurse would check my vital signs & if she called the doctor over I knew I was staying in the hospital which happened to me 4 times for 4 days.
Each time I stayed in, the hospital's Psychiatrists would come and ask me how I was handling it.
I alway told her I was OK, the only time I contacted her, she abruckly said
No you can't have antidepressants because Ange has gone to England
and hung up,
I thought she isn't very sympathetic for cancer doctor, she must be a hun.I thought.

Although I would often fall asleep watching Celtic TV I would just watch it the next day, As I mentioned before, watching Celtic on TV was very clinical
I would read KerryDale St ( till I got barred for my socialist views) but I still had The noise to let me know what the nuts and bolts of the fans thought of what was happening with Celtic, at that time I was to crook to participate in the discussions but enjoyed the banter.

My final two points, don't be a fool like me & put off going to a doctor,
My brother who took me to my first Celtic game is 12 years older than me, he had a bowel problem and went to the doctors straight away, he had minor surgery, and was out after a couple of days.
He had one Chemo session & after 3 months was good as knew.

My second point is if it wasn't for my wife, a nurse who made me get up and walk around the house when I just wanted to lay on the lounge and die.
Putting up with my bad moods when she was driving me to the hospital for my cancer treatment, turning the first corner or breaking I would feel nausea and complain she was driving to close to the car in front ect, all totally unreasonable,
Letting my kids know when I was well enough for a visit, especially with my grandkids wearing their Celtic top on that I had given them.

I am writing this now as I have just been given the all clear after 5 year, which is a significant time, and don't have to make any more appointments but I know cancer is just in remission never really gone as other patients I met were back for their 2nd or even their 3rd time with cancer, personally I would rather die than go through that again but as other pointed out to me with young children depended on them they don't have a choice but to go through it all again even if it only gives them a little bit longer with their family.

Its only when you go through difficult time you appreciate what it means
YOU WILL NEVER WALK ALONE
HH

That’s some serious shit you’ve gone through Scotcel and that’s some Mrs you’ve got and the family with you.
That’s good news keep up all the good things
The rest are shitty memories


HH Scotcel

 

[tictastic]

Nice to get some good news for a change, happy for you pal and well done for beating that horrible disease.

 

[Espiritosanto]

5yrs cancer free
View attachment 24967


My nightmare started 5 years ago when I had trouble swallowing solid food.
I went to my local GP who sent me for PEP & MRI scans.
When we received the results he sent me to a Head & Neck surgeon.
Who booked me to the next cancer team meeting the following Tuesday.
Sitting on a bed he proceeded to slide a camera up my nose down to the base of my tongue, where they all viewed (on the big coloured screen) my cancer including my wife, a nurse.
They decided my cancer had spread too far for a surgical solution, they decided I needed a chemical solution of 6 Chemotherapy sessions & 8 weeks of daily Radiation.

Which is another story on its own being in a ward for 4 hours with other people facing death like myself, and how honest we were with each other, including our fears & hopes for our families left behind, I was lucky that my kids had grown up but others facing death were more concerned about their families left behind than their health outcomes..

The following day I was booked into the cancer ward where I laid on a table with a arm rest, where a doctor cut a slit in my arm and fed a tube (line) into my main vein and slid the line all the way to my heart & maneuvered it in my heart exactly where she wanted it, at the time we were both watch it on a big screen.
I said to her you know I'm awake watching this, she said you a Glasgow boy you can handle this. She shamed me so much that I nearly stopped crying.

The next day I was booked in for another procedure.
At least I was given a general anesthesia procedure, when I woke up I had a hole in my stomach with a tube sticking out that I would be fed through for the next couple of months. No wonder I lost 17 kilo in 8 weeks.

My next drama was being able to handle being locked down on the Radiation table, unable to move with that mask so tight it left squares on my face when they took it off.
It only took about 20 mins but being locked down on my own till they came back in to release me was a nightmare on its own.
I took 2 valium for the 1st session, 1 valium for the second session & half a tablet for the rest of that week.
By the 2nd week I was on 12 mg Oxycontin patches, then 25 mg patches.
Followed by 12 mg Fentanyl patches, followed by 25 mg patches.
I said I was concerned I would get addicted to them.
They explained if you need the pain killers, you don't get addicted its only when you take them for a high that you get addicted.

After every Radiation session a nurse would check my vital signs & if she called the doctor over I knew I was staying in the hospital which happened to me 4 times for 4 days.
Each time I stayed in, the hospital's Psychiatrists would come and ask me how I was handling it.
I alway told her I was OK, the only time I contacted her, she abruckly said
No you can't have antidepressants because Ange has gone to England
and hung up,
I thought she isn't very sympathetic for cancer doctor, she must be a hun.I thought.

Although I would often fall asleep watching Celtic TV I would just watch it the next day, As I mentioned before, watching Celtic on TV was very clinical
I would read KerryDale St ( till I got barred for my socialist views) but I still had The noise to let me know what the nuts and bolts of the fans thought of what was happening with Celtic, at that time I was to crook to participate in the discussions but enjoyed the banter.

My final two points, don't be a fool like me & put off going to a doctor,
My brother who took me to my first Celtic game is 12 years older than me, he had a bowel problem and went to the doctors straight away, he had minor surgery, and was out after a couple of days.
He had one Chemo session & after 3 months was good as knew.

My second point is if it wasn't for my wife, a nurse who made me get up and walk around the house when I just wanted to lay on the lounge and die.
Putting up with my bad moods when she was driving me to the hospital for my cancer treatment, turning the first corner or breaking I would feel nausea and complain she was driving to close to the car in front ect, all totally unreasonable,
Letting my kids know when I was well enough for a visit, especially with my grandkids wearing their Celtic top on that I had given them.

I am writing this now as I have just been given the all clear after 5 year, which is a significant time, and don't have to make any more appointments but I know cancer is just in remission never really gone as other patients I met were back for their 2nd or even their 3rd time with cancer, personally I would rather die than go through that again but as other pointed out to me with young children depended on them they don't have a choice but to go through it all again even if it only gives them a little bit longer with their family.

Its only when you go through difficult time you appreciate what it means
YOU WILL NEVER WALK ALONE
HH

Congratulations scotcel that’s one helluva rollercoaster you’ve just ridden!!it’s sheer guts’n’ determination that got you threw that trip,hope you have many many healthy years ahead”””a celtic site chuckin you aff for your socialist views??unreal..all the best man

 

[DILLIGAF]

5yrs cancer free
View attachment 24967


My nightmare started 5 years ago when I had trouble swallowing solid food.
I went to my local GP who sent me for PEP & MRI scans.
When we received the results he sent me to a Head & Neck surgeon.
Who booked me to the next cancer team meeting the following Tuesday.
Sitting on a bed he proceeded to slide a camera up my nose down to the base of my tongue, where they all viewed (on the big coloured screen) my cancer including my wife, a nurse.
They decided my cancer had spread too far for a surgical solution, they decided I needed a chemical solution of 6 Chemotherapy sessions & 8 weeks of daily Radiation.

Which is another story on its own being in a ward for 4 hours with other people facing death like myself, and how honest we were with each other, including our fears & hopes for our families left behind, I was lucky that my kids had grown up but others facing death were more concerned about their families left behind than their health outcomes..

The following day I was booked into the cancer ward where I laid on a table with a arm rest, where a doctor cut a slit in my arm and fed a tube (line) into my main vein and slid the line all the way to my heart & maneuvered it in my heart exactly where she wanted it, at the time we were both watch it on a big screen.
I said to her you know I'm awake watching this, she said you a Glasgow boy you can handle this. She shamed me so much that I nearly stopped crying.

The next day I was booked in for another procedure.
At least I was given a general anesthesia procedure, when I woke up I had a hole in my stomach with a tube sticking out that I would be fed through for the next couple of months. No wonder I lost 17 kilo in 8 weeks.

My next drama was being able to handle being locked down on the Radiation table, unable to move with that mask so tight it left squares on my face when they took it off.
It only took about 20 mins but being locked down on my own till they came back in to release me was a nightmare on its own.
I took 2 valium for the 1st session, 1 valium for the second session & half a tablet for the rest of that week.
By the 2nd week I was on 12 mg Oxycontin patches, then 25 mg patches.
Followed by 12 mg Fentanyl patches, followed by 25 mg patches.
I said I was concerned I would get addicted to them.
They explained if you need the pain killers, you don't get addicted its only when you take them for a high that you get addicted.

After every Radiation session a nurse would check my vital signs & if she called the doctor over I knew I was staying in the hospital which happened to me 4 times for 4 days.
Each time I stayed in, the hospital's Psychiatrists would come and ask me how I was handling it.
I alway told her I was OK, the only time I contacted her, she abruckly said
No you can't have antidepressants because Ange has gone to England
and hung up,
I thought she isn't very sympathetic for cancer doctor, she must be a hun.I thought.

Although I would often fall asleep watching Celtic TV I would just watch it the next day, As I mentioned before, watching Celtic on TV was very clinical
I would read KerryDale St ( till I got barred for my socialist views) but I still had The noise to let me know what the nuts and bolts of the fans thought of what was happening with Celtic, at that time I was to crook to participate in the discussions but enjoyed the banter.

My final two points, don't be a fool like me & put off going to a doctor,
My brother who took me to my first Celtic game is 12 years older than me, he had a bowel problem and went to the doctors straight away, he had minor surgery, and was out after a couple of days.
He had one Chemo session & after 3 months was good as knew.

My second point is if it wasn't for my wife, a nurse who made me get up and walk around the house when I just wanted to lay on the lounge and die.
Putting up with my bad moods when she was driving me to the hospital for my cancer treatment, turning the first corner or breaking I would feel nausea and complain she was driving to close to the car in front ect, all totally unreasonable,
Letting my kids know when I was well enough for a visit, especially with my grandkids wearing their Celtic top on that I had given them.

I am writing this now as I have just been given the all clear after 5 year, which is a significant time, and don't have to make any more appointments but I know cancer is just in remission never really gone as other patients I met were back for their 2nd or even their 3rd time with cancer, personally I would rather die than go through that again but as other pointed out to me with young children depended on them they don't have a choice but to go through it all again even if it only gives them a little bit longer with their family.

Its only when you go through difficult time you appreciate what it means
YOU WILL NEVER WALK ALONE
HH

That's one hell of a journey you've been through, and it's a testament to your inner strength and your family being the rock that grounds you, appreciate you sharing your struggle, it'll help to inspire others on here with theirs, there's not one family I know of that Cancer hasn't touched, including my own, and I sincerely wish you and yours, the very best for the future, as you say, YNWA

 

[Marky1956]

5yrs cancer free
View attachment 24967


My nightmare started 5 years ago when I had trouble swallowing solid food.
I went to my local GP who sent me for PEP & MRI scans.
When we received the results he sent me to a Head & Neck surgeon.
Who booked me to the next cancer team meeting the following Tuesday.
Sitting on a bed he proceeded to slide a camera up my nose down to the base of my tongue, where they all viewed (on the big coloured screen) my cancer including my wife, a nurse.
They decided my cancer had spread too far for a surgical solution, they decided I needed a chemical solution of 6 Chemotherapy sessions & 8 weeks of daily Radiation.

Which is another story on its own being in a ward for 4 hours with other people facing death like myself, and how honest we were with each other, including our fears & hopes for our families left behind, I was lucky that my kids had grown up but others facing death were more concerned about their families left behind than their health outcomes..

The following day I was booked into the cancer ward where I laid on a table with a arm rest, where a doctor cut a slit in my arm and fed a tube (line) into my main vein and slid the line all the way to my heart & maneuvered it in my heart exactly where she wanted it, at the time we were both watch it on a big screen.
I said to her you know I'm awake watching this, she said you a Glasgow boy you can handle this. She shamed me so much that I nearly stopped crying.

The next day I was booked in for another procedure.
At least I was given a general anesthesia procedure, when I woke up I had a hole in my stomach with a tube sticking out that I would be fed through for the next couple of months. No wonder I lost 17 kilo in 8 weeks.

My next drama was being able to handle being locked down on the Radiation table, unable to move with that mask so tight it left squares on my face when they took it off.
It only took about 20 mins but being locked down on my own till they came back in to release me was a nightmare on its own.
I took 2 valium for the 1st session, 1 valium for the second session & half a tablet for the rest of that week.
By the 2nd week I was on 12 mg Oxycontin patches, then 25 mg patches.
Followed by 12 mg Fentanyl patches, followed by 25 mg patches.
I said I was concerned I would get addicted to them.
They explained if you need the pain killers, you don't get addicted its only when you take them for a high that you get addicted.

After every Radiation session a nurse would check my vital signs & if she called the doctor over I knew I was staying in the hospital which happened to me 4 times for 4 days.
Each time I stayed in, the hospital's Psychiatrists would come and ask me how I was handling it.
I alway told her I was OK, the only time I contacted her, she abruckly said
No you can't have antidepressants because Ange has gone to England
and hung up,
I thought she isn't very sympathetic for cancer doctor, she must be a hun.I thought.

Although I would often fall asleep watching Celtic TV I would just watch it the next day, As I mentioned before, watching Celtic on TV was very clinical
I would read KerryDale St ( till I got barred for my socialist views) but I still had The noise to let me know what the nuts and bolts of the fans thought of what was happening with Celtic, at that time I was to crook to participate in the discussions but enjoyed the banter.

My final two points, don't be a fool like me & put off going to a doctor,
My brother who took me to my first Celtic game is 12 years older than me, he had a bowel problem and went to the doctors straight away, he had minor surgery, and was out after a couple of days.
He had one Chemo session & after 3 months was good as knew.

My second point is if it wasn't for my wife, a nurse who made me get up and walk around the house when I just wanted to lay on the lounge and die.
Putting up with my bad moods when she was driving me to the hospital for my cancer treatment, turning the first corner or breaking I would feel nausea and complain she was driving to close to the car in front ect, all totally unreasonable,
Letting my kids know when I was well enough for a visit, especially with my grandkids wearing their Celtic top on that I had given them.

I am writing this now as I have just been given the all clear after 5 year, which is a significant time, and don't have to make any more appointments but I know cancer is just in remission never really gone as other patients I met were back for their 2nd or even their 3rd time with cancer, personally I would rather die than go through that again but as other pointed out to me with young children depended on them they don't have a choice but to go through it all again even if it only gives them a little bit longer with their family.

Its only when you go through difficult time you appreciate what it means
YOU WILL NEVER WALK ALONE
HH

That's a story and a journey and a half Scotcel , I don't know if I could have coped with the man in the iron mask head gear , remember sitting getting my First Chemo thinking "I hope I never look as ill as some of the others in the room ' but you manage to find an inner strength that you didn't know you had and as you say Family and friends are so important I don't know what I would have done if my wife hadn't kept my spirits up and also the Maggie's Centre who also not only helped me but my wife as well ,if you need to talk about anything worrying you Maggie's is a great place .
I'm due to get my next set of results on Monday 5th February to see if I have the Braca2 gene, if I have then they can prescribe a genetic blocker , if I don't then it'll be more chemo.
Look after yourself my friend.

 

[Espiritosanto]

That's a story and a journey and a half Scotcel , I don't know if I could have coped with the man in the iron mask head gear , remember sitting getting my First Chemo thinking "I hope I never look as ill as some of the others in the room ' but you manage to find an inner strength that you didn't know you had and as you say Family and friends are so important I don't know what I would have done if my wife hadn't kept my spirits up and also the Maggie's Centre who also not only helped me but my wife as well ,if you need to talk about anything worrying you Maggie's is a great place .
I'm due to get my next set of results on Monday 5th February to see if I have the Braca2 gene, if I have then they can prescribe a genetic blocker , if I don't then it'll be more chemo.
Look after yourself my friend.

Fingers an toes crossed for positive outcome mate

 

[Shadow2]

5yrs cancer free
View attachment 24967


My nightmare started 5 years ago when I had trouble swallowing solid food.
I went to my local GP who sent me for PEP & MRI scans.
When we received the results he sent me to a Head & Neck surgeon.
Who booked me to the next cancer team meeting the following Tuesday.
Sitting on a bed he proceeded to slide a camera up my nose down to the base of my tongue, where they all viewed (on the big coloured screen) my cancer including my wife, a nurse.
They decided my cancer had spread too far for a surgical solution, they decided I needed a chemical solution of 6 Chemotherapy sessions & 8 weeks of daily Radiation.

Which is another story on its own being in a ward for 4 hours with other people facing death like myself, and how honest we were with each other, including our fears & hopes for our families left behind, I was lucky that my kids had grown up but others facing death were more concerned about their families left behind than their health outcomes..

The following day I was booked into the cancer ward where I laid on a table with a arm rest, where a doctor cut a slit in my arm and fed a tube (line) into my main vein and slid the line all the way to my heart & maneuvered it in my heart exactly where she wanted it, at the time we were both watch it on a big screen.
I said to her you know I'm awake watching this, she said you a Glasgow boy you can handle this. She shamed me so much that I nearly stopped crying.

The next day I was booked in for another procedure.
At least I was given a general anesthesia procedure, when I woke up I had a hole in my stomach with a tube sticking out that I would be fed through for the next couple of months. No wonder I lost 17 kilo in 8 weeks.

My next drama was being able to handle being locked down on the Radiation table, unable to move with that mask so tight it left squares on my face when they took it off.
It only took about 20 mins but being locked down on my own till they came back in to release me was a nightmare on its own.
I took 2 valium for the 1st session, 1 valium for the second session & half a tablet for the rest of that week.
By the 2nd week I was on 12 mg Oxycontin patches, then 25 mg patches.
Followed by 12 mg Fentanyl patches, followed by 25 mg patches.
I said I was concerned I would get addicted to them.
They explained if you need the pain killers, you don't get addicted its only when you take them for a high that you get addicted.

After every Radiation session a nurse would check my vital signs & if she called the doctor over I knew I was staying in the hospital which happened to me 4 times for 4 days.
Each time I stayed in, the hospital's Psychiatrists would come and ask me how I was handling it.
I alway told her I was OK, the only time I contacted her, she abruckly said
No you can't have antidepressants because Ange has gone to England
and hung up,
I thought she isn't very sympathetic for cancer doctor, she must be a hun.I thought.

Although I would often fall asleep watching Celtic TV I would just watch it the next day, As I mentioned before, watching Celtic on TV was very clinical
I would read KerryDale St ( till I got barred for my socialist views) but I still had The noise to let me know what the nuts and bolts of the fans thought of what was happening with Celtic, at that time I was to crook to participate in the discussions but enjoyed the banter.

My final two points, don't be a fool like me & put off going to a doctor,
My brother who took me to my first Celtic game is 12 years older than me, he had a bowel problem and went to the doctors straight away, he had minor surgery, and was out after a couple of days.
He had one Chemo session & after 3 months was good as knew.

My second point is if it wasn't for my wife, a nurse who made me get up and walk around the house when I just wanted to lay on the lounge and die.
Putting up with my bad moods when she was driving me to the hospital for my cancer treatment, turning the first corner or breaking I would feel nausea and complain she was driving to close to the car in front ect, all totally unreasonable,
Letting my kids know when I was well enough for a visit, especially with my grandkids wearing their Celtic top on that I had given them.

I am writing this now as I have just been given the all clear after 5 year, which is a significant time, and don't have to make any more appointments but I know cancer is just in remission never really gone as other patients I met were back for their 2nd or even their 3rd time with cancer, personally I would rather die than go through that again but as other pointed out to me with young children depended on them they don't have a choice but to go through it all again even if it only gives them a little bit longer with their family.

Its only when you go through difficult time you appreciate what it means
YOU WILL NEVER WALK ALONE
HH

Hard enough reading what you've been through mate never mind living it! Congrats on being cancer free brother! HH.

That's a story and a journey and a half Scotcel , I don't know if I could have coped with the man in the iron mask head gear , remember sitting getting my First Chemo thinking "I hope I never look as ill as some of the others in the room ' but you manage to find an inner strength that you didn't know you had and as you say Family and friends are so important I don't know what I would have done if my wife hadn't kept my spirits up and also the Maggie's Centre who also not only helped me but my wife as well ,if you need to talk about anything worrying you Maggie's is a great place .
I'm due to get my next set of results on Monday 5th February to see if I have the Braca2 gene, if I have then they can prescribe a genetic blocker , if I don't then it'll be more chemo.
Look after yourself my friend.

All the best mate, hope everything goes well for you! HH

 

[lennono]

Proud o ye

 

[POD]

5yrs cancer free
View attachment 24967


My nightmare started 5 years ago when I had trouble swallowing solid food.
I went to my local GP who sent me for PEP & MRI scans.
When we received the results he sent me to a Head & Neck surgeon.
Who booked me to the next cancer team meeting the following Tuesday.
Sitting on a bed he proceeded to slide a camera up my nose down to the base of my tongue, where they all viewed (on the big coloured screen) my cancer including my wife, a nurse.
They decided my cancer had spread too far for a surgical solution, they decided I needed a chemical solution of 6 Chemotherapy sessions & 8 weeks of daily Radiation.

Which is another story on its own being in a ward for 4 hours with other people facing death like myself, and how honest we were with each other, including our fears & hopes for our families left behind, I was lucky that my kids had grown up but others facing death were more concerned about their families left behind than their health outcomes..

The following day I was booked into the cancer ward where I laid on a table with a arm rest, where a doctor cut a slit in my arm and fed a tube (line) into my main vein and slid the line all the way to my heart & maneuvered it in my heart exactly where she wanted it, at the time we were both watch it on a big screen.
I said to her you know I'm awake watching this, she said you a Glasgow boy you can handle this. She shamed me so much that I nearly stopped crying.

The next day I was booked in for another procedure.
At least I was given a general anesthesia procedure, when I woke up I had a hole in my stomach with a tube sticking out that I would be fed through for the next couple of months. No wonder I lost 17 kilo in 8 weeks.

My next drama was being able to handle being locked down on the Radiation table, unable to move with that mask so tight it left squares on my face when they took it off.
It only took about 20 mins but being locked down on my own till they came back in to release me was a nightmare on its own.
I took 2 valium for the 1st session, 1 valium for the second session & half a tablet for the rest of that week.
By the 2nd week I was on 12 mg Oxycontin patches, then 25 mg patches.
Followed by 12 mg Fentanyl patches, followed by 25 mg patches.
I said I was concerned I would get addicted to them.
They explained if you need the pain killers, you don't get addicted its only when you take them for a high that you get addicted.

After every Radiation session a nurse would check my vital signs & if she called the doctor over I knew I was staying in the hospital which happened to me 4 times for 4 days.
Each time I stayed in, the hospital's Psychiatrists would come and ask me how I was handling it.
I alway told her I was OK, the only time I contacted her, she abruckly said
No you can't have antidepressants because Ange has gone to England
and hung up,
I thought she isn't very sympathetic for cancer doctor, she must be a hun.I thought.

Although I would often fall asleep watching Celtic TV I would just watch it the next day, As I mentioned before, watching Celtic on TV was very clinical
I would read KerryDale St ( till I got barred for my socialist views) but I still had The noise to let me know what the nuts and bolts of the fans thought of what was happening with Celtic, at that time I was to crook to participate in the discussions but enjoyed the banter.

My final two points, don't be a fool like me & put off going to a doctor,
My brother who took me to my first Celtic game is 12 years older than me, he had a bowel problem and went to the doctors straight away, he had minor surgery, and was out after a couple of days.
He had one Chemo session & after 3 months was good as knew.

My second point is if it wasn't for my wife, a nurse who made me get up and walk around the house when I just wanted to lay on the lounge and die.
Putting up with my bad moods when she was driving me to the hospital for my cancer treatment, turning the first corner or breaking I would feel nausea and complain she was driving to close to the car in front ect, all totally unreasonable,
Letting my kids know when I was well enough for a visit, especially with my grandkids wearing their Celtic top on that I had given them.

I am writing this now as I have just been given the all clear after 5 year, which is a significant time, and don't have to make any more appointments but I know cancer is just in remission never really gone as other patients I met were back for their 2nd or even their 3rd time with cancer, personally I would rather die than go through that again but as other pointed out to me with young children depended on them they don't have a choice but to go through it all again even if it only gives them a little bit longer with their family.

Its only when you go through difficult time you appreciate what it means
YOU WILL NEVER WALK ALONE
HH

5yrs cancer free
View attachment 24967


My nightmare started 5 years ago when I had trouble swallowing solid food.
I went to my local GP who sent me for PEP & MRI scans.
When we received the results he sent me to a Head & Neck surgeon.
Who booked me to the next cancer team meeting the following Tuesday.
Sitting on a bed he proceeded to slide a camera up my nose down to the base of my tongue, where they all viewed (on the big coloured screen) my cancer including my wife, a nurse.
They decided my cancer had spread too far for a surgical solution, they decided I needed a chemical solution of 6 Chemotherapy sessions & 8 weeks of daily Radiation.

Which is another story on its own being in a ward for 4 hours with other people facing death like myself, and how honest we were with each other, including our fears & hopes for our families left behind, I was lucky that my kids had grown up but others facing death were more concerned about their families left behind than their health outcomes..

The following day I was booked into the cancer ward where I laid on a table with a arm rest, where a doctor cut a slit in my arm and fed a tube (line) into my main vein and slid the line all the way to my heart & maneuvered it in my heart exactly where she wanted it, at the time we were both watch it on a big screen.
I said to her you know I'm awake watching this, she said you a Glasgow boy you can handle this. She shamed me so much that I nearly stopped crying.

The next day I was booked in for another procedure.
At least I was given a general anesthesia procedure, when I woke up I had a hole in my stomach with a tube sticking out that I would be fed through for the next couple of months. No wonder I lost 17 kilo in 8 weeks.

My next drama was being able to handle being locked down on the Radiation table, unable to move with that mask so tight it left squares on my face when they took it off.
It only took about 20 mins but being locked down on my own till they came back in to release me was a nightmare on its own.
I took 2 valium for the 1st session, 1 valium for the second session & half a tablet for the rest of that week.
By the 2nd week I was on 12 mg Oxycontin patches, then 25 mg patches.
Followed by 12 mg Fentanyl patches, followed by 25 mg patches.
I said I was concerned I would get addicted to them.
They explained if you need the pain killers, you don't get addicted its only when you take them for a high that you get addicted.

After every Radiation session a nurse would check my vital signs & if she called the doctor over I knew I was staying in the hospital which happened to me 4 times for 4 days.
Each time I stayed in, the hospital's Psychiatrists would come and ask me how I was handling it.
I alway told her I was OK, the only time I contacted her, she abruckly said
No you can't have antidepressants because Ange has gone to England
and hung up,
I thought she isn't very sympathetic for cancer doctor, she must be a hun.I thought.

Although I would often fall asleep watching Celtic TV I would just watch it the next day, As I mentioned before, watching Celtic on TV was very clinical
I would read KerryDale St ( till I got barred for my socialist views) but I still had The noise to let me know what the nuts and bolts of the fans thought of what was happening with Celtic, at that time I was to crook to participate in the discussions but enjoyed the banter.

My final two points, don't be a fool like me & put off going to a doctor,
My brother who took me to my first Celtic game is 12 years older than me, he had a bowel problem and went to the doctors straight away, he had minor surgery, and was out after a couple of days.
He had one Chemo session & after 3 months was good as knew.

My second point is if it wasn't for my wife, a nurse who made me get up and walk around the house when I just wanted to lay on the lounge and die.
Putting up with my bad moods when she was driving me to the hospital for my cancer treatment, turning the first corner or breaking I would feel nausea and complain she was driving to close to the car

I am writing this now as I have just been given the all clear after 5 year, which is a significant time, and don't have to make any more appointments but I know cancer is just in remission never really gone as other patients I met were back for their 2nd or even their 3rd time with cancer, personally I would rather die than go through that again but as other pointed out to me with young children depended on them they don't have a choice but to go through it all again even if it only gives them a little bit longer with their family.

Its only when you go through difficult time you appreciate what it means
YOU WILL NEVER WALK ALONE
HH

Over the moon for you and yours Scotcel. Going to enjoy a quiet pint on your behalf.

 

[MickyMcMick]

5yrs cancer free
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My nightmare started 5 years ago when I had trouble swallowing solid food.
I went to my local GP who sent me for PEP & MRI scans.
When we received the results he sent me to a Head & Neck surgeon.
Who booked me to the next cancer team meeting the following Tuesday.
Sitting on a bed he proceeded to slide a camera up my nose down to the base of my tongue, where they all viewed (on the big coloured screen) my cancer including my wife, a nurse.
They decided my cancer had spread too far for a surgical solution, they decided I needed a chemical solution of 6 Chemotherapy sessions & 8 weeks of daily Radiation.

Which is another story on its own being in a ward for 4 hours with other people facing death like myself, and how honest we were with each other, including our fears & hopes for our families left behind, I was lucky that my kids had grown up but others facing death were more concerned about their families left behind than their health outcomes..

The following day I was booked into the cancer ward where I laid on a table with a arm rest, where a doctor cut a slit in my arm and fed a tube (line) into my main vein and slid the line all the way to my heart & maneuvered it in my heart exactly where she wanted it, at the time we were both watch it on a big screen.
I said to her you know I'm awake watching this, she said you a Glasgow boy you can handle this. She shamed me so much that I nearly stopped crying.

The next day I was booked in for another procedure.
At least I was given a general anesthesia procedure, when I woke up I had a hole in my stomach with a tube sticking out that I would be fed through for the next couple of months. No wonder I lost 17 kilo in 8 weeks.

My next drama was being able to handle being locked down on the Radiation table, unable to move with that mask so tight it left squares on my face when they took it off.
It only took about 20 mins but being locked down on my own till they came back in to release me was a nightmare on its own.
I took 2 valium for the 1st session, 1 valium for the second session & half a tablet for the rest of that week.
By the 2nd week I was on 12 mg Oxycontin patches, then 25 mg patches.
Followed by 12 mg Fentanyl patches, followed by 25 mg patches.
I said I was concerned I would get addicted to them.
They explained if you need the pain killers, you don't get addicted its only when you take them for a high that you get addicted.

After every Radiation session a nurse would check my vital signs & if she called the doctor over I knew I was staying in the hospital which happened to me 4 times for 4 days.
Each time I stayed in, the hospital's Psychiatrists would come and ask me how I was handling it.
I alway told her I was OK, the only time I contacted her, she abruckly said
No you can't have antidepressants because Ange has gone to England
and hung up,
I thought she isn't very sympathetic for cancer doctor, she must be a hun.I thought.

Although I would often fall asleep watching Celtic TV I would just watch it the next day, As I mentioned before, watching Celtic on TV was very clinical
I would read KerryDale St ( till I got barred for my socialist views) but I still had The noise to let me know what the nuts and bolts of the fans thought of what was happening with Celtic, at that time I was to crook to participate in the discussions but enjoyed the banter.

My final two points, don't be a fool like me & put off going to a doctor,
My brother who took me to my first Celtic game is 12 years older than me, he had a bowel problem and went to the doctors straight away, he had minor surgery, and was out after a couple of days.
He had one Chemo session & after 3 months was good as knew.

My second point is if it wasn't for my wife, a nurse who made me get up and walk around the house when I just wanted to lay on the lounge and die.
Putting up with my bad moods when she was driving me to the hospital for my cancer treatment, turning the first corner or breaking I would feel nausea and complain she was driving to close to the car in front ect, all totally unreasonable,
Letting my kids know when I was well enough for a visit, especially with my grandkids wearing their Celtic top on that I had given them.

I am writing this now as I have just been given the all clear after 5 year, which is a significant time, and don't have to make any more appointments but I know cancer is just in remission never really gone as other patients I met were back for their 2nd or even their 3rd time with cancer, personally I would rather die than go through that again but as other pointed out to me with young children depended on them they don't have a choice but to go through it all again even if it only gives them a little bit longer with their family.

Its only when you go through difficult time you appreciate what it means
YOU WILL NEVER WALK ALONE
HH

Fucking hell man that’s some shift you put in there.

 

[scotcel]

Great news that you’re in remission @scotcel take it easy. My Dad was clear for nearly 20years
Wishing you all the best

That's good news brother (especially for your dad) the more I hear of successful cancer treatments the better & the more relaxed I feel about life in general.
I had spent half of my life trying to stop smoking, I even quit for 10 years.
I had to stop drinking, after several years I thought their must be something I can take, so I tried smoking pot in my mid 50s.
It blow my head off, I was told to mix it with tobacco, & you guessed it I started smoking tobacco again, I spent the next 20yrs trying unsuccessfully to give it up again.
Until those magic 3 words "You got cancer" I can't even smoke pot now.
Despite Radiologist saying I could smoke pot as long as I don't add tobacco.
Ps I tried to upload a photo of my mask to the smaller size on my phone but it kept disappearing, so after my 3rd attempt I decided it was that size or nothing.
I hate new techno ledge except spell check lol
I got so many positive messages from the Bhoys/Ghirls on here it gave me a real lift. YNWA right enough
HH