My mother and cancer ....
I was very lucky growing up. My mother and father loved us and loved each other. My siblings and I grew up in a stable and supportive environment. My family didn't have much money, but we had each other.
During my military training my mother had a problem with back pain and xrays showed broken bones in her back. After a load of tests and scratched heads, they discovered that some cancer cells from somewhere else in her body had got into her back and whilst multiplying had broken her bones.
During the next two years she got mets in many places round her body. The doctors gradually dealt with each one as they appeared. I remember when she got some in her brain and she suddenly started saying the strangest things and how she would laugh when she realised what she had said.
Radiotherapy dealt with that one, but they never did find out where the primary cancer site was. My youngest sibling was 18 and throughout my parents were always very honest and straightforward with us about what was wrong with my mother and what treatments she was going to have.