FUCK CANCER.


Yeah, well. It just needed sayin’, is all.

8 Responses to “FUCK CANCER.”

  1. Ash Says:

    I hereby second the motion.

  2. nilk Says:

    I’ll back that one. It’s a crunt of a disease.

  3. Angus Dei Says:

    The motion is hereby passed by unanimous consent.

  4. nilk Says:

    I know this is so wrong, but the first thought that popped into my head was that my mum couldn’t pass that motion because she had a colostomy bag.

    (Well, not any more – she’s pushing up a tree these days, but she had a twisted sense of humour so she’d probably laugh.)

  5. Angus Dei Says:

    Ack. My dad went through that. It was completely humiliating for him. Fortunately, he had a reversal and was able to enjoy the last few years of his life again. It early killed him every time, but there was no keeping that guy off of a golf course. Seriously, everybody was sure he’d drop dead on a green one day, but he proved us all wrong and died peacefully at home in his bed.

  6. nilk Says:

    Angus, my dad had a stroke on the golf course, and it did kill him. After seeing that and seeing what mum went through with cancer, I’ll take a stroke any day so long as it’s one of those near instantaneous ones.

    When you consider that my dad was a golfing fanatic who literally built the club house, I like the fact he went out doing what he loved, and his last coherent thought was for his wife.

    It’s not a lot of comfort, but it is some.

    He now has a bridge over a water trap named after him, and a perpetual trophy, as well as having half his ashes scattered over the course.

    He was also cremated with one of his golf balls.

    No, we didn’t play Happy Gilmore at the wake.

  7. Angus Dei Says:

    Yup. It was a stroke that killed my dad too. He was a strange case and sort of a cause celeb in the medical community – a lot of specialists studied him – because while he couldn’t talk or understand speech (We used one of those kids magic tablets to communicate with him), he had no physical impairments whatsoever. He still played golf quite well until the day he died, but his heart was so bad the doctor’s just shook their heads when he stubbornly went out and played day after day.

    I really think golf is all he lived for those last few years. It was just him and the ball, and he didn’t have to talk.

  8. 1.6 Says:

    ‘;’;’; ‘;’;’;’;’; ‘;’;’;’;’;’;

    Little shines of light for you salty.


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