My nephew was diagnosed with terminal cancer at age 9… and given just 6 months to live. elder brother on the phone to me, in tears, with the terrible news…come on sis, get over here… we need you. The whole family pulled together and supported one another. The NHS came up trumps and Birmingham hospital was wonderful.
My nephew is now 40 years old… and a proud father of 2 lovely kids…having survived against all the odds…with the help of innovative treatment (at that time) and some amazing internal surgery on his legs. To see this handsome six-footer now… you would never guess at the horrible times he went through.
Cancer strikes everywhere in many forms… and I tell this absolutely true story…to folk around me, newly diagnosed… to give them hope and to reassure them that you just never really know…what the future will hold. There is always hope… but take each day as a gift.
So…I send my heartfelt good wishes to all of you sufferers out there… there are constantly updated medicines and treatments…and we must always hope…(yep, even when days are darkest, we must hope…)