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This is my beautiful mothers story. For all the cancer patient victims out there. x

In Sept 2010, my mum visited the local surgery because she was experiencing abdominal pains. Firstly, the GP did not even look at my mother and address her even once, whilst she was explaining her symptoms. He was typing away on the computer.

He then concluded that due to her being over weight, this is the reason for her pains. So me, my sister and my mum hit the gym. But no matter how hard she trained, the pain was getting worse. The weight was just not dropping, She changed her diet and everything. So going to the GP became a regular occurrence, like going to the coffee shop every morning. They ignored her cries for six bloody months.

So they realised that something must be quite wrong, because it has been six months and no changes. So they finally decided to bless my mother with a scan.

She had a quarter pelvis. She was training in the gym with a quarter damn pelvis for six months. The cancer had reached stage 4 and eaten 3 quarters of her damn pelvis.

They realised how badly they fucked up, so they put her on an emergency chemotherapy list however she caught an infection and was in ICU for 2 weeks. She nearly died. It was her family around her and the power of prayer and Quran recitation that gave her strength to keep fighting.

So then she was strong enough to continue her chemotherapy and radiation therapy or whatever the fuck its called.

8 months of torture later, they said she was cured. So my mum was soo happy. She was like, were going to go on a cruise and do this and that. But I sensed something wasn’t right.

They then checked her spinal fluids, however when they did that somehow her cured cancer got into her nerve system in the brain. So then they said no you’re not cured, in fact you need to go to UCL asap and start a stronger chemotherapy but its highly likely you will survive.

4 months of more torture, no changes just kept getting worse.

So then they sent her to Princess Alice Hospice to die peacefully. She was there three weeks and one of the nurses did not give a crap about dying patients and I caught her stabbing my mum in the leg with a needle.

So I’m sorry NHS but you are truly Fucked. You prioritised sex changes over my mothers cancer. And I haven’t even started talking about how you ruined my life, getting a rapist gynaecologist to tell me I cant have kids. Well I have kids so Fuck you. Telling me I had sepsis and trying to send me to hospital to kill me off. I came home and prayed and I was good as gold you lying cunts. You failed me countless times as an addict, the drugs you give addicts are worse than the drugs. I am a witness to that. You’re a bunch of half arse child killers, murdering paedophiles.

Sady X