Looks hopeful, good stuff.
Cancer.
A guy I knew years ago found me on Facebook recently. Apparently I done his wedding disco in Dulwich Village in 1983. I vaguely remember the wedding, I do remember the guy and his wife. They have children now.
I noticed his facebook postings kept mentioning chemo and radiotherapy so I messaged him asking what it was all about.
His wife has a terminal cancerous brain tumour and from a life expectancy of three months, with the treatment she may live up to a year.
I just don't know what to say, I haven't replied yet.
This poxy, poxy, ******* disease, makes me cry