Back when I was in college, my mom was diagnosed with ductile carcinoma in situ - cells that had turned cancerous but had not become a tumor yet. She went through a double radical mastectomy within a couple of months.
For the longest time, I thought she’d gone way too far in her treatment - a lumpectomy would have worked, and had it not, chemo or radiation would have finished off the remainder. Now, though, I understand better just how terrifying the thought of going through either of those treatments is. That, and the possibility of having it return because one rogue cell made it past everything thrown at it. With the mastectomy my mom had, there’s no chance she will ever have breast cancer - there’s no breast tissue left.
She’s a nurse, so I know she’s seen patients dealing with their treatment. Her mother died after several bouts of oral and esophogeal cancer when I was eight, so I never got to know her very well. Like I said, I understand her decision so much better now, especially when I’m starting to get old enough to need mammograms.
we just lost my FH’s mother - my future MIL - back in April to a long, ugly fight with lung cancer. she and i got along famously, and i miss her terribly.
we considered getting married before she passed just so she could see her youngest tie the knot, but decided not to; she certainly was in no shape to even really be aware of what was going on. most people agreed with our reasoning.
the family’s a little bit better. i say a little bit as in, we function and we don’t cry all the time. but i told my mom: i don’t think “okay” or “good” is something we’ll ever really be again. we just learned to coexist with the giant fucking hole that got blown through us.
so, cancer, from me to thee: fuck you. fuck you sideways. fuck you sideways with a rusty spork.
Can’t be prostate cancer for a woman-- probably pancreatic cancer. My sympathies on that. My mother died of pancreatic cancer, and it’s a horrible way to go. Usually less than a year, and the mortality rate is something like 99%.
When I was 14, I swore I would give my left nut to sleep with Raquel Welch. Just before my 45th birthday, they cut out my cancerous left testicle. I kept my part of the bargain, and even though it’s been six years, I still expect her to appear in my bed any day now.
My wife had an MRI and some blood work done last month. Her doctor called the day after she flew to California and says she needs to see an oncologist. It scared the hell out of me when I looked up what an oncologist is. She is flying home this Thursday and will see an cancer doctor on Friday. And with the very real possibility of a strike at my job, things are a bit stressful at this time.
The prostate has no clear analogous structure in women. Various sources have suggested that the Grafenberg spot (G-spot) is analogous to the prostate; others have claimed that either the cervix or the “urethral sponge” (a region of spongy tissue surrounding the urethra) are analogous structures. I don’t consider any of the references making these claims to be reliable.
I suffered from Leukemia from the age of fourteen until just after my 17th birthday this June. I dont know what got me through that time or how the hell I went into remission but I effing thank my guardian angel.
On a worse note, I lost my best friend from the childrens cancer ward just before I went into remission. On an even worse note, mum has just been diagnosed with stage ll cancer.
Quite frankly, fuck cancer with a rusty electric pencil sharpener.
Joining in the chorus on behalf of Mr. S. Before we even met, he lost both parents and a sister to various forms of the Big C within a span of five years. At one point his mother repeatedly begged him to kill her because she couldn’t stand the pain.
IF IF IF you catch it before it spreads, but men don’t want to get the dreaded test. My father was typical, and now he’s dead. It spread to his bones and killed him slowly and painfully over a 2 year period. No one should ever die the way he did.
Fuck cancer and all its relatives. My Dad’s been going through chemo for almost a year now, and they are going to try a stem cell transplant next month. He only has a 25 to 30% chance of making it through everything. He’s only 62 years old, and chances are good he’s going to die next month.
Fuck you, cancer, for making me fly to my parent’s house to say goodbye to my father last week. A 28 year old son should not have to say goodbye to a 62 year old father.
Paternal grandfather - oral cancer. Had most of his tonge and teeth removed. Has since passed away.
Maternal grandfather - Non-Hodgkin’s Lymphoma. Projected life expectancy at time of diagnosis - 6 months. Lived 8 years.
Paternal grandmother - breast cancer. Has gone into remission. She’s still with us.
My husband’s ex-wife - liver cancer. The kind that left Mayo clinic scratching their heads. Projected life expectancy at time of diagnosis - 2 months. Lived 8 months. At the time of her passing, she had 2 boys aged 11 and 13, and a little girl who had just turned 3.
My great aunt - ovarian cancer. She just passed away.
There are no words to describe my hatred of this foul disease.
It appears I spoke too soon. My doctor revealed to me yesterday after some tests that my leukemia has returned bringing along with it Mr Agressive Pancreatic Cancer. As you can tell, I’m in a great mood right now and totally psyched at being told that I have 12 months to live if my body doesnt respond quickly to the chemo I’ll be starting tomorrow. Just Fucking Dandy.
That’s sad news Atheist Princess, hope everything works out.
It was active from 14-17? I never would have guessed from that healthy looking pic of you and your boyfriend you posted a while back. Hope you’re able to get through this bout in the same fine form.
You saw my pic…? :o blush That was posted just before I started losing my hair. My lovely boyfriend actually proposed the night before last, after we found out that I have cancer again. He’d been planning it for months apparently. I’m so lucky to have found a guy that has stuck by me thorugh the entire thing and stil wants to be with me. Watch MPSIMS for updates.
Lost my mom to colon cancer, my paternal grandfather to cancer. My dad will have a cancerous kidney removed in 3 weeks. This is on top of the prostate cancer he’s already dealing with.
Count me in. My dad spent last year dealing with thyroid cancer (a very advanced case but a very ok kind of cancer) and some tests have just recently come in indicating that we may need to worry about other parts of him as well. I really hope the next couple of weeks don’t give me more reasons to hate it.
