Horrible, isn't it, when all of our friends seem to be in such trouble physically and mentally. I'm just beginning to realise why us older lot are called 'crumblies'. I spent yesterday morning having coffee with a friend with cancer in her throat and on her skin, her OH about to have not one but two operations, and then she told me a hilarious story about how the woman mapping her cancerous moles looked up and suddenly asked 'Do you snort cocaine?'
Apparently the inside of her nose looked just as if it was crumbling away inside, with a strange growth. She told it in such a funny way, and we both laughed, but the fact is, it could be another cancerous growth.