So I heard about my uncle. He has cancer of the oesophagus and it's inoperable so he's having to have chemotherapy.
I was at work when I heard the news, and was pretty shook up, and then the simplest thing (not being able to write a CD) just set me off and I broke down completely. There's nothing worse than crying at work. I spoke to my sister on the phone, and with her scientific nouse and calming influence she explained to me that it's a good thing they think it's treatable. Apparently the ways to treat cancer are to cut it out (but my uncle's tumour is too big), try chemotherapy, or it's too far gone to do anything about it. So, as Sue wisely said, they thankfully think his tumour is treatable so I have to think positively. Bless her. I really feel for my auntie though. I had a very distressing text from her when I sent her my best wishes. They've been married 35 years too... I just can't imagine what she's going through. :(