Now in the neck, chest and infiltrating the lungs. Surgery is not an option. It is inoperable.
All that can be offered now is radiotherapy and/or chemotherapy, which will only buy time.
Laura has about a year to go at the most if she's lucky.
Black.
I never knew that things could look so black.
I'm done. I'll be around for as long as Laura is around. After that there will be no point.
Life's been a big disappointment.
No more hope. No more colour.
Just despair.
― Marcello Carlin, Monday, 20 August 2001 00:00 (twenty-four years ago)
― Ned Raggett, Monday, 20 August 2001 00:00 (twenty-four years ago)
― suzy, Monday, 20 August 2001 00:00 (twenty-four years ago)
― fred solinger, Monday, 20 August 2001 00:00 (twenty-four years ago)
― Geoff, Tuesday, 21 August 2001 00:00 (twenty-four years ago)
― anthony, Tuesday, 21 August 2001 00:00 (twenty-four years ago)
― Dan Perry, Tuesday, 21 August 2001 00:00 (twenty-four years ago)
― Mitch Lastnamewithheld, Tuesday, 21 August 2001 00:00 (twenty-four years ago)
I've never felt that everything else loses all its meaning before.
Nothing I could say could change anything.
I feel for you.
― Robin Carmody, Tuesday, 21 August 2001 00:00 (twenty-four years ago)
― anthony, Saturday, 25 August 2001 00:00 (twenty-four years ago)
― The demented grief audience, Wednesday, 28 November 2001 01:00 (twenty-four years ago)
General message to other posters (particularly newer ones) who think I'm going bonkers:
I do all this to stop myself from going bonkers.
See my contribution to the recent "Suicide" ILE thread for a longer story.
― Marcello Carlin, Wednesday, 28 November 2001 01:00 (twenty-four years ago)