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I've been watching the Joe Rogan Eeperience podcasts lately, and he has some interesting guests. I know Alex Jones is THE crazy conspiracy theorist, but I remember listening to his theories after 9/11 and I thought he put forward questions that needed answers. But geez' 20yrs on and the guy has reached a whole new level, he's bat sh*t crazy, the guy has totally lost his mind!

Just a quick question as everything seems fine over my neck of the woods.......Has the sh*t hit the fan yet?

Frustrating it most certainly is Ken. I had a "Lung wash" a few weeks back that is used to detect cancerous cells. I still haven't had the results and the onocologist I spoke to on the phone in the same hospital didn't even know i'd had it done. I'm feeling positive my outcome will be just fine, and I sincerely hope your's will be too fella.

Ok phone call done. The doctor isn't sure if it's just a particularly nasty lung infection, but can't rule out that it is cancer. He said to phone him up straight away after my next CT scan on the 14th and he'll look at the results straight away and phone me back.

So a bit like being in denial that the majority voted to leave the EU, and that we have actually left the EU and Brexit is done and dusted?

Bugga, if it wasn't for brexit we would have won Eurovision!

I couldn't agree with you more Ken. Although one is not allowed to say such things in the society that has been moulded in a certain way.

I wonder if The Guardian reported on that story Ken. Of course the middle class and the luvvie lefties would insist such places don't exist. My overriding emotion is sadness and despair rather than anger.

https://www.birminghammail.co.uk/news/midlands-news/shop-warned-not-sell-alcohol-20578964?fbclid=IwAR26_7reD-lnmTB5Tsgv_oq2wgcdZhX3FRVryTf0f01qGiqH2DCO7EqGEPU

I'd expect nothing less from The Guardian.

...........But will refrain from making judgements based on the names of the accused. https://www.bbc.co.uk/news/uk-england-leeds-57093267

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It's funny you mention TB Dave, it was mentioned whilst I was in the hospital, although don't think it went further than a mention.

Bloody evil things the lot of them. They are always wound up ready to pounce, you never see one chilled out siting in their web with their legs crossed reading the sunday papers!

That took me a while.

Well what a rollercoaster few weeks i've had. For those that are interested i'll give a brief timeline starting with the A&E doctor telling me after seeing the CT scans that I had a 3cm cancerous lesion in my lower left lung that had spread nodules to my upper left lung and nodules to my upper right lung. Fast forward a week to see an oncologist who confirms to me what the A&E doctor had told me, plus that the two glands between my lungs also looked cancerous and I had a lot of fluid around my lungs which was the cause of my shortness of breath. There and then he put in a tube through my back and between my ribs to get a sample of the fluid. He told me he expected the fluid would be full of cancer cells, and when I asked him if I had at least 6 months left he told me he couldn't confirm that for me. Back home for two days and i'm getting more and more ill struggling to breath. Dawn phones an ambulance and they were here in a flash and were absolutely amazing. They monitored my vitals and gave me oxygen and stayed with me for over an hour. They advised me to go into hospital, but i'm a stubborn bugger and felt not too bad after the oxygen and a little morphine. Next day and my wonderful mother has found her way up from the Isle of Wight to look after me bless her. But i'm heading down hill and another call to the ambulance and this time i'm not getting the choice and they are taking me straight in. That evening my mum and daughter were told that they didn't know if i'd make it through the night. I had a massive infection in my lungs and in my blood, my lung capacity was down to 20% and apparently my body was trying to fight this cancer. Obviously I did make it through the night (although I don't mind saying it was by far the worst night of my life). I had another semi-permanent drain through my back into my lungs with which they drained 2 litres immediately and then another 1.1 litres over the next week. No wonder I was struggling to breath! And again the fluid was sent off for analysis with it being expected to be full of cancer cells. This is where things get a bit messy and confusing. The next day the doctor comes to see me scratching his head and tells me there is absolutely no sign of cancer cells in the fluid. I ask him if I have lung cancer, to which he replies "I don't think you do as it should be showing in the fluid". So after 13 days and 13 nights in hospital, pumped full of antibiotics, morphine and god knows what else i'm feeling lots better and am home. I had an endoscopy into my lungs on tuesday which I was dreading the results, but they told me there was no sign of cancer, not even anything that looked slightly suspicious enough to take a biopsy. The endoscope blasts a jet of water at the lining of ones lungs to dislodge some cells and then collects them for analysis, but they were confident there was no sign of cancer. So what to make of it all? The first two doctors after seening the CT scans and x-rays told me I have lung cancer and that it has spread, not even confirming I have 6 months left to live. The third doctor tells me I don't have cancer, just an extremely nasty lung and blood infection, and just to throw it in there...a forth doctor just told me he doesn't know. My family and myself have been through hell believing I had cancer and not long left, I even discussed with them that I wanted to die on my terms and by my hand rather than die in agony and with no dignity. So did I have cancer and by some miracle it has gone, do I still have cancer and it is evading the tests somehow, or did I never have cancer and the doctors who told me I did need an almighty ****ing??? All in all though I'm happy and relieved, and so is my family. I'd accepted the fact I had cancer and had not long left and was at peace with that, so it's like I have a 2nd chance, but i'm also angry, extremely angry, that my family, close ones and myself have had to go through the last month.

Top news fella, cheered me up seeing you back.

Thank you all. Just an update, I'm booked in for scans on monday afternoon, so should know more by monday evening. It's going to be a long weekend but fingers crossed.

I don't really know why i'm posting this, but sitting here right now it seems the right thing to do. I'm not wanting sympathy or pity, what I do need is to put something down in words, and hopefully some positive energy flowing my way. I've had a cough for around 5 weeks, and the odd day when i've had a sharp stabbing pain around my chest and sides around my ribcage and a shortness of breath. My girlfriend being the wonderful and loving type had googled and read up on the more detailed symptoms I was showing. She thought it may have been a bout of pneumonia and suggested I talk to my doctor. So wednesday morning I get a telephone appointment with my doctor who tells me he'll get me an urgent chest x-ray at the local community hospital. I had to chase that up as didn't hear from them and managed to get "we'll squeeze you in if you can get here at 4pm". I did but they wouldn't discuss the results as a doctor needed to see the x-ray and i'd just "have to give my GP surgery a call in a couple of days". Anyhow I was a bit peeved by this and being in more and more pain as the day progressed I called Dawn my beautiful partner and asked if she'd come with me if I drove to the nearest A&E department, which she did and we arrived at Queens in Burton-upon-Trent around 8pm. After a 2hr wait I was seen by the fabulous staff who accessed my earlier x-ray on their computer and had my vitals and bloods taken. Around about 1hr later I was told I have a massive infection in both my lungs which was causing my cough and shortness of breath, but they'd give me antibiotics and it should clear up just fine. The only thing they were concerned with was that my bloods were showing up a marker that suggested I had a blood clot in my lung. They said it was a simple procedure to treat the blood clot but they needed to make sure exactly where it was, so they wanted me to have a CT scan on my lungs. Around 5am in the morning the scan is done and the doctor has looked at it and i'm waiting for him to come talk to me and get it sorted so I can get myself and poor Dawn (who's only been allowed to sit in the corridor for the last several hours) back home to bed. The doctor pops into my little cubicle on the A&E ward and draws the curtains.......and then drops the bombshell of all bombshells! "You have a large infection in your lungs, but the CT scan is showing a large cancer in your left lung that has spread to the top of your lung and into your right lung also". WOW! Wasn't expecting that one, my worst nightmare come true. I grew up being terrified of two things - nuclear weapons and cancer! It's coming up to 24hrs since I was told, and I still feel like i'm in an awful nightmare that I just know isn't going to end well. I don't mind telling you all that I am terrified, scared and fearing i'll never see my 7yr old grandsons excitement whilst opening his christmas presents ever again. I've had a call from my GP today to tell me he's been phoning around and chasing up, and i'm on a two week waiting list for an appointment with the oncology department. I have been told I will need to have lots more CT scans of all my body to find out where/if the cancer has spread. I've had some lovely messages from various family today giving me their love and best wishes and being positive. My mum, daughter and son are utterly broken, as well as my lovely Dawn. They are trying to be strong and thinking positive, and I guess I am too, although i'm probably failing misserably at both. I'm scared to get my hopes up and think positive, because i'm scared if they tell me it's spread further and that I have 3, 6 months etc it's going to be another hammer blow. Do I fear and prepare myself for the worst so that it's not another shock to the system, or do I be positive and risk being hit with another bombshell that i'm not expecting? Anyhow I do apologise for rambling on, but forgive me as it has helped me somehow being able to type it out and put it in words. I'm a scared, terrified and broken man who has no idea what the future will hold, if any future at all. I'll try and fight this for the sake of my dear mum, my children and grandson, Dawn my soulmate and those that are close to me. And i'll try and keep you all up to date and maybe a kind of diary to let you know what is going on if it is of interest to any of you. Perhaps it may help in some strange way if anyone is unfortunate enough to follow in my footsteps.

Former England striker Frank Worthington 72

Sorry to hear that fella.

Anyone heard from the old fella?