the c word

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Far far ago {2014 to be precise} my MiL had just under half a lung removed. She'd been a constant twenty-a-day smoker since her teens {it's okay, she gave up for both her pregnancies, managing to survive without a ciggie till the day she gave birth} and it had finally caught up with her in the form of - SURPRISE!! - cancer. She didn't want any other treatment and it wasn't pushed on her, so she only had the surgery. My MiL only ever hears what she wants to hear, so believed she was cured, ignoring words like remission. She didn't return to smoking again, but she does enjoy her vaping. Since September she's been coughing. Some Loyal Readers may remember I wrote a post about how she wouldn't go to the GP or ring her nurse at the specialist Hospital. Even when she did go to the GP she was only given antibiotics and didn't bother going back when it became apparent they did nothing to help her. When she began coughing up a lot of blood on Sunday night, my BiL whisked her off to Hospital. You can probably guess the rest ... SURPRISE!! Cancer came back. Will he stay? Will he take her away? Who knows. She's home, waiting for an appointment to find out how bad it is this time and what her options are. Husband says she sounds surprisingly positive, which is just weird. Christmas may be cancelled.