I hoped I wouldn't have to participate actively in this thread, but.
My dad's just been diagnosed with Bowel Cancer. He's got three tumours, the two smaller ones are operable but the larger one further up is very large and probably there for the duration. He's been given two years maximum but needed to make some decisions. He refused Chemotherapy flat out, 5 days a week for who knows how long didn't appeal to him. An operation to try and remove them didn't seem to make a great deal of sense to him so he opted for a colostomy bag. His dancing days are over. His quote, not mine, so it's a bit of quality he's looking for and I wish him at least that in his remaining time.
He already has Leukaemia, stents, wobbly knees, hearing impairments and all the usual shit, but I must admit thinking about his situation and suffering makes me cry.
My dad, like everyone else's is a hero. He's having his first OP tomorrow and understandable he is nervous, as I am.
Eric I love you.