Friends had a good evening last night. Both a bit subdued as they'd had a bad year and hadn't really been out. The fella had started last year with knee pain and lower leg pain. Visited A&E twice and discharged. Then he woke with what he described as prickles everywhere. A&E again, turns out leg was a DVT, and it had broken up and was in his lungs. Touch and go for a bit but he got through it. Only to find that the bloods showed his PSA was just over 3. Doc not happy so they did a biopsy (he described it as terrible). Came back as cancer. He's opted for removal, so that's late August. Options were review and monitor or out. Stage 1 fortunately. Oh and his knee is buggered, so going down injection route first. He's also been made redundant earlier in the year, secured new job, but won't get sick pay. Then if you can't get worse stuff, their daughter has moved back home after splitting with boyfriend. They have a house and a dog to decide who is having what.
Fingers crossed they enjoyed a break from reality. It's life though isn't it, sometimes you have shoot years, sometimes better.
