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Karma is a load of shit.


Bullies, swinehunds and various species of scumbag rarely get their cumuppence.

Whilst nice guys (people) almost always finish last.

Ahh, now I understand where you got it from

The way I see it is not so much as karma but more that people are nasty because it's something inside them that drives them to be so it's their problem, not mine. I might have to put up with their attitude time to time buy they have to live with it 24 hours a day. I'm just glad I don't.

My dad wasn't a nasty or bitter person so I don't hold to that theory as a cause to cancer. Cancer doesn't always select & it never discriminates.

that was an easy one ... how do you explain your issues, nut job?


Skaven, I think this whole discussion just isn't worth giving that much thought to. As per my mature response above to Aka_Aussie's anger.

Skaven, I didn't mean to be dismissive of the subject ... I just couldn't write in less than a 1000 pages how cancer has effected my life and I've finally reached a point where I can accept the people I lost and the experiences that brought. But dwelling isn't nice so I try not to ... that's just how I know to deal with it for me. These types of threads certainly can't help

No, I didn't think you were being dismissive. I think the point you were making is probably just a bit too existential to discuss in a forum such as this.

Yes, I agree. One of the keys to long life & happiness is attitude. People have have a good attitude always seem to bounce back from illness, set-backs & disaster then those who possibly don't. I don't always have a great attitude like that but I do see the value in it so always try.

The thing about my dad, I think, is that he just had a hard life. My mum still refers to his mum as a "nasty woman" who was quite physically & psychologically abusive. He was pulled out of school when he was about fourteen to earn money for the house (which she took). He never really had a birthday or Christmas presents. The first present he ever got was from my mum who gave him s scarf & he seemed quite stunned to have someone give him a gift.

When WWII broke out he put his name on every service register but he didn't turn eighteen until after the war was over. He should've been in the navy because of his love of the sea & ships but he got the army instead.

Because the war was over he ended up in Malaysia (or Malaya as it was known then & what he still always called it) in what was called the "clean up". He was a Gordon Highlander & they're the ones who train the Gurkhas so they had them there with them. A lot of the fighting was done with bare hands or bayonets so that must've been pretty scary for an eighteen year old. He even got Malaria - twice! One time resulting in him attacking his sergeant.

He found his real strength was in boxing. He did that for the army & won many titles. They used to helicopter him around to fight.

When he got back home he had to have his dog put down because his family never even looked after it for him. Dad loved dogs. All animals actually.

He also got in a hit & run accident where the car that knocked him off his motorbike left him on the bridge to die (with the handlebars through his stomach). When someone did find him & took him to the hospital his father was told that he would be dead by the morning. But he didn't die. Although, for the rest of his life he had stomach problems. All my life I remember hearing Dad in the toilet during the night puking himself because his last meal didn't agree with him.

My dad never talked once about the war, his boxing, his accident, his childhood. He never even told my mum about any of it. She didn't even know about his boxing trophies until his dad showed them to her. But I'll never see them. One time when they went back over there they were all gone so presumable his mum threw them out or something.

Yep, lost an uncle on my father's side, and one on my mother's side, to cancer. My mother is in currently in remission from breast cancer.
I also lost a friend I had known for nearly twenty years to Leukemia.

Cancer sucks, I would not wish it on anyone.

Yeah, my mum's had breast cancer twice & had to have an operation & radiotherapy both times. She has to get checked every year & always very anxious when it's time...

Issues, do I have issues? Be careful your paranoia is cracking through again, suggestion "Stand back & look at yourself".



That is a matter of perception, you don't know me, or anything about me, so I suppose your schizophrenia is telling you this, suggestion "Stand back & look at yourself".



Mature response??? I would classify it as childish & immature, and I don't see anything that may suggest anger, apart from your response, suggestion "Stand back & look at yourself".

Doesn't, like, everybody know a family member or close friend that has died from cancer?
I feel the best thing is to make light of the cancer not demonize it.
Same goes with all the worlds woes.
Otherwise all the misery and suffering in the world would make me cry constantly.