Around 6 months ago, a dear family friend and mentor of mine was diagnosed with cancer. 1 large and 50 small, seemingly inoperable tumours were discovered on his brain.  For anyone, that would seem a fairly helpless road ahead.

6 months on and I am so completely overwhelmed to hear Frank repeat the consultants words, words of such meaning and power that can only really be fully felt by Frank and his closest family.

Frank and My Dad up at the Farm

Frank and My Dad up at the Farm

"The tumours have disappeared"

Frank's undergone 6 months of specialist treatment at Christies, taking part in a Europe-wide research study and treatment. It's certainly far from over, but is classified as being in "partial-remission". The final stage of treatment ahead is a stem-cell replacement, where Frank's central nervous system will be annihilated, rendering him completely exposed to the world's nasties.

Then, over next month, having his immune system rebuilt using his own stem cells to fire off the necessary processes to get him ready to release back into the unsterile world. 

I couldn't be happier for Frank and his family and friends. We couldn't have had a better result so far and long may that trend continue. 

 

Frank at the end of treatment

Frank at the end of treatment