fuck cancer

Good luck for your uncle!

out, awake and well

every single landlord in the district cheered

Excellent.

All my love to those in this thread who have lost loved ones to the piece of shit that is cancer. In just four months it will be sixteen whole years since I lost my dad to the motherfucker and while it's become just one part of my personal history, I will never forget the three years my family dealt (or didn't deal) with his terminal diagnosis, nor will I forget that fateful Friday my mom and I had to make the difficult decision to transfer him to hospice care. Those memories never leave you, as I'm sure many of you here can attest. I also remember reading something a few years after Dad's death that has forever stuck with me; it stated that when someone is battling cancer, it's as if all their close family members are also battling the disease. While that may not be the absolute truth in that we never went through the hell that is chemotherapy or radiation nor suffered any of the physical symptoms of the actual patient, it does absolutely drain us emotionally and change us to our core and we become entirely too aware of the damage the disease can wreak, in a way no one else can comprehend.

Colonel Poo, I am terribly sorry your wife has been dealt the shittiest hand in terms of getting care and support outside of that which she gets from you. It has to be taking its toll on you and I dearly hope you can set aside even a little time in your assuredly packed schedule to take care of yourself. It would be beneficial not only to you but to your beloved. Your anecdotes give me pause and make me realize just how lucky my parents and I were that my dad received unquestionably excellent care and he received his terminal diagnosis back before the contemporary Puritan craze toward demonizing opioids, so he was able to receive effective pain management just by asking for it. It also sucks that you're having to battle so hard for something I could pick up off the shelf at any pharmacy for a few bucks.

(BTW, on behalf of the late and MUCH missed Mick Karn, fuck cancer.)

the naproxen situation is ridiculous, yes. it is available behind the counter at pharmacies for period pain, but you get like 7 pills for £5 or more, which would be prohibitively expensive on a long term basis, plus I'd have to rotate pharmacies because I think a man going in every 2 days to buy period pain pills would raise a few eyebrows. yet in the states you can buy a massive jar of Alleve for a few dollars. it's not like you can abuse the stuff!

Getting a couple things melted off my skull w/ radiation. Still more fun than the politics threads.

lol, but good luck dr m

we got our jar of 300 Naproxen in the post yesterday. Hah try making us run out again GP fucks (of course now we are waiting for a morphine prescription and might have less luck getting that through the post)

Good luck Dr Morbius!

Be well Morbs

Hang in there Morbius <3

good luck morbs, melt those fuckers

Good luck Morbs! Maybe it will give you the power to melt things with *your* skull.

alas they tell me i won't be radioactive

Good luck, Dr! As my dad put it before undergoing a similar process: may the rays Tchernobyl the shit out of those interlopers.

Best wishes to Col. Poo & his wife, & to Morbs and everyone else dealing with this stuff. My mother has been dealing with a lung cancer diagnosis since last September (non-small cell, upper lobe right lung), incl. a round of radiation in December. Followup PET scan last week shows no reduction in the lung mass and now a spot on the T9 vertebra. She's not cheerful about considering the end of her days, but pretty matter-of-fact, and more concerned that this wouldn't derail a knee replacement she has scheduled for next month.

Argh, sorry to hear that.

my first serious girlfriend stayed with her older sister in college. young love and my own familial situation being what it was i ended up de facto staying there too many nights until we moved in together after a couple of years

the sister had a kid, was three i suppose when i first started calling round. we'd end up as default babysitters a few nights a week, my first real exposure as a party responsible for the easing of tantrums and nighttime stories and watching teletubbies on repeat until he was ready to be removed comatose up to bed.

he was a brat and a terrorist and a rapscallion and if im any judge a good kid and, because his dad wasnt around much, i was i think pretty important to him as a proxy uncle for the next several years until the relationship ran its course in or around the turbulent year of 2005. i never bumped into him after that.

he died this morning after ten years of sickness on and off.

he was 25 and its no world at all, this world.

and fuck cancer.

ah fuck, that's horrible - sorry man

fuck cancer

Sorry to hear that deems.

I'm sorry Deems, that's rough.

sorry dmac, and fuck cancer

That's lousy, man - sorry to hear it.

Sorry to hear that. No one should die at 25.

sorry dmac, f effin cancer

tks guys nb fuck cancer

Very sorry, dmac. Fuck cancer.

deems <3

Condolences darragh

that’s awful. i’m so sorry deems <3

Sorry to hear that, deems. And fuck cancer.

Damn. I'm so sorry, darragh.

So sorry to hear that, darragh

Fuck cancer. D, I'm so sorry for you. 25 is no age to die. So fucking unfair. :-(((
The other week I attended a funeral of a 26 yo (drunk driver killed her). It's so fucking unreal. I still can't believe it.

How absolutely tragic, darraghmac. Please extend my sincerest condolences to your ex-gf; you're not meant to outlive your child(ren).

sorry to hear this deems

I have finished my 10 radiation sessions

they did not give me the mask as a keepsake

big ups morbs 🙏

yes

Keep On Morbsing 2019

That's a big accomplishment, Dr Morbius. Hoping only the best for you (and other ILXors currently struggling with/fighting the disease).

Morbs by god you will outlive us all, I hope!

that’s good news Morbs <3

Power on Morbs! ("")

bummed you didn't get to keep the mask, but finishing the sessions must have felt good anyway!

glad to hear it morbs

Great to hear Morbs!

I hope that's good news!

So 3 weeks ago my wife was admitted to hospital with suspected sepsis, then suspected chemo toxicity, but also maybe just stomach flu. She was told to cease taking her chemo until she could see her oncologist. Trouble is her oncologist right that very week stopped working at our hospital and we now have a new oncologist. Who only works Mondays and Fridays, so she couldn't see him for 3 weeks because of Easter. So she wasn't taking any chemo for 3 weeks.

We finally managed to see him today. When we went in he was playing with his phone. He stretched and yawned as if we were keeping him up, didn't answer questions, laughed when my wife said the previous oncologist said if she didn't take any chemo she wouldn't live to see Xmas and generally just didn't seem to give the slightest shit about anything. He said she should just go back on the chemo and come back in 2 months. 3 weeks waiting for that. In the meantime scans have shown more cancer progression in her bones and her liver. We don't know if that's directly because she had no chemo for 3 weeks but I doubt it helped.

Our brave NHS heroes once again setting new standards in caring. I don't know if these people start out as total cunts that have no business being anywhere near medicine or it's "the system" turning them into useless scumbags who just don't give a shit if you live or die but please try not to be ill if you live in the UK.

At this point I view doctors like I view Tory MPs, they are human vermin.

jesus fucking wept. my wife was supposed to go on a "sanctuary" away day on Monday through a local charity but she hadn't heard anything about when they were coming to pick her up so she emailed the charity and they fucking didn't book her on it, and said she never replied to the email, she forwarded them the reply from her sent mail but it's too late now.

why is literally everyone who is supposed to help us a fucking useless piece of shit?