There is another type of skin cancer not mentioned here. My husband developed a pink bubbly looking thing on his scalp. Biopsies done by the GP were inconclusive,  except that whatever it was, was 'highly malignant'. A Plastic Surgeon removed it and it was found to be a sarcoma. These cancers are malignant and spread like wildfire throughout the body. They're considered to be the most dangerous form of skin cancer, although fortunately,  not common. 

My precious, gentle granddaughter was a victim of relentless bullying in Year 8. Her two favourite things are animals, and sunsets. What made it worse for our family, is that the ringleader's parents were family friends. They refused to believe their daughter would do such a thing, despite being shown texts sent from their daughter's phone. Her father said someone else must have used her phone without her knowledge in an attempt to get her into trouble. 

In the words of the song:  'Love is lovelier the second time around.'

I love reading your recap, especially your surprise at how interesting the women are. As an older woman myself, I've led a very rich and diverse life up to this point, and the care workers I now need to help me are fascinated by incidents I've experienced. 

This time in five weeks, I'll be celebrating my 80th birthday. Despite having worked for a Plastic Surgeon who also did cosmetic procedures, both surgical and injectable, I've never had the slightest inclination to have something done, even when I was in a position to afford it. 

I have a Facebook friend who shares my love of a certain NRL team and is passionate about  dogs. Recently, she became a he, but hasn't changed his name. He is the most caring, lovely person. 

Thank god I'm a cynic from birth!  At least it saved me from the horror of being in a relationship with any narcissist.  I've watched my kind, soft, sweet sister come under the sway of a narcissist. To make matters worse, she's a committed Christian, and he's convinced her that his way is god's way, so she follows blindly. 

I can actually see merit in this. I've been retired now for some years, but when I was working in office environments where the staff did their own clearing up and washing up, the staff members who never volunteered to do the menial bits were almost invariably the laziest and most lackadaisical members of the team.

I've mentally felt 28 for many, many years. I've never felt any other age. I'll be 80 in November. 

The first realisation that the strong, independent person we know and love has changed irrevocably, is unbelievably painful. I went through it with both my parents and I'm now going through it again with my husband of 57 years. 

The thing I find most annoying, is when I organise coffee or lunch with someone and they turn up with someone else in tow. Any chance you had of getting your friend's opinion on a personal problem, or just properly catching up, goes out the window. It's even worse when it's someone you've never met.

Love Celeste! As a grumpy old woman with a pathological dislike of 'celebrities' and all they stand for, Celeste is my kinda gal!

Good grief! What is wrong with people nowadays? Forever looking for things to lose their alleged minds over. 

I was diagnosed with lipodeama in 2010, when I was in a rehabilitation facility following my third spinal fusion. The doctor was Dr Helen Mackie, considered to be one of Australia's foremost experts on lipodaema and lymphoedema. I can pinpoint when it began:  the winter I was 35. Until then, the heaviest I'd ever been was 48kg. Suddenly, in three months, I gained 13kg, with no change in diet or exercise. The weight just kept piling on and for 29 years, i dieted, went to the gym, walked miles and did everything I could to lose the fat, with only temporary success. 

When I saw the headline, the first thing that I thought of was, 'At least you have another child or other children.' In the case of a childless couple or miscarriage, it’s 'Well you can always try for another.' Nothing diminishes the lost child more than those words in my view.

@ican'tthinkofone, how awful for you both. I'm so sorry this happened to you. 🥰

Why, just why? Having been forced to have both knees replaced because of arthritis, I'd never willingly put myself through any form of orthopaedic surgery.  

The first time I fell deeply in love, I was 19 years old. I was at Teachers' College in a country town in NSW, as was my boyfriend. I knew he had a long term girlfriend in Sydney, but he'd expressed that they'd been together since their mid teens (he was 23), and things were getting stale. I always knew about the girl in Sydney, and he told me she knew about me. He ended our relationship after four months, deciding that he owed it to the girl in Sydney to make their relationship work. This was at the end of 1965. I never forgot him, and often wondered where he was and what he was doing. 

I had a tennis ball size AVM on the base of my spinal cord. As a child, I used to have back pain and headaches that lasted several weeks but, because it was the 1950s, no cause was ever found. 

This pair was sickening at the reunion dinner party. They carried on like a pair of fools. You expect this behaviour from stupid teenagers trying to upset people they don't like with over exaggerated displays of affection.