Mother down

Sorry to hear your awfull news, we will lose my Mum from cancer of the
bladder at somepoint soon and nothing prepares you for the day.

 

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Wotcha.

Yep - she managed to hit 78.
Sadly her 78th birthday was spent in hospital - admitted the beginning
of May. They found an inoperable cancerous tumour, she then proceeded
to have a stroke, followed by some kind of 'infection', and , just for
good measure, pneumonia. Shall we say the last ten weeks have been a
tad stressful ?
Still, these things happen.

 

Wotcha.

Well - I found £ 4-70 down the side of her armchair this morning, maybe
there's more to follow ?

 

Sorry to hear of your loss.

 

Ben Blaney says...

It doesn't really bother me, I'm not at all close to mine.

 

Wotcha.

That's what they diagnosed with my mother - though I don't think that's
what finished her off.
Dare say I'll find out before the week is up.

Anyroad - I'm going to dig the bike out otherwise I'll sit here all day
feeling miserable ;-)

 

What a bummer, I know how you feel. It's not nice.

{{hugs}}

 

hugs and sympathy

 

nothing prepares you for the day.


Mine did the deed last Christmas (92 yrs old) she had given us a
few scares in the years previous,
so she sort of trained us to get ready for the inevitable. Always
on duty or what?

 

As above

Commiserations

Cheers

Paul.

 

Commiserations.

 

Happens to all of us eventually.
Mine is waiting the result of a biopsy atm.

 

Oh, dear. I hope it's good news.
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Mike

SV650
UKRMMA#22
Skype: muddycat

 

They probably feel the same way.

 

In uk.rec.motorcycles, ^..^ Lone Wolf amazed us all with this pearl of
wisdom:

Commiserations mate.

 

For some reason, this really made me laugh. Good man.

 

^..^ Lone Wolf wrote

The tea caddy in the kitchen.

 

sorry to hear that.



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Wotcha.

Whenever something 'nasty' happens, you have two choices. Either
'laugh' about it, or 'cry' about it. Whichever one you choose to do, it
won't alter what's already happened . . . so you may as well laugh. The
only downside of this wonderful plan is the strange looks you get when
attending funerals. Looks like I'd best get some practice at keeping a
straight face.

 

Wotcha.

I already looked there - and all I got for my troubles was a load of tea
leaves, which is a complete bummer 'cos I only drink coffee.
I think I may have to resign myself to not inheriting a small fortune
;-)