Oh, you are one dirty son ofa bitch. What is your fucking problem? Did we invite you? Are you wanted? No!!! So why dont you fuck off???
So, my Dad got a positive diagnosis today. Happy, are you? You twisted bastard. Do you get some sort of kick from the misery you cause people? If I could see you now I’d beat the shit out of you.
I will say this much; you have immaculate timing. My Dad diagnosed EXACTLY one month to the day that we buried Hardships Dad. Were you proud of yourself that day? When you saw his family like that? So, is that what you have in mind for my family? Think again, cunt.
LOCALISED. Ha! Who’s laughing now? You’re not gonna win this one so easy. You think we’re just gonna sit back and let you take my Dad? You out you fuckin’ mind? Think again, shitbrick. We saw you coming. You took his father, and his brother. We could smell you a mile away. You won’t get my Dad. And when the time comes, you won’t get me. You can fucking try.
So fuck away off. You have no business here. You feed off misery and tears, well, better luck elsewhere. You’re a brave thing, picking on children, the elderly, women… it doesnt matter to you. Big brave man. Well, take it elsewhere. You’re getting no tears from this house. We cry for the dead, not the living. I’ll cry the day my Father has a bible under his chin, and not before it.
You have my sympathies; I lost both parents to cancer within a year of each other. I hope your father fares better. Like one of my aunts said at the time, “If there’s any such thing as an evil disease, it’s cancer.”
Colon… the prefered hereditary weakness of the Bubastis clan. I’ve always known it was headed our way, but it’s still a pain in the arse. Literally. Heh.
Yeah, that cancer is a bastard (apparently some of my grandfathers last words). It truly does feel like its taking the piss, what with Hardships father dying only a month ago, just as we’re all starting to come to terms with that. We ahd six months of up-and-down to hospitals with him, them everything settled after he died. There I was thanking my lucky stars I wouldnt be anywhere NEAR a hospital for a long time… Kablammo.
Still, I’m not complaining. This is not a “poor bubastis” thread. This is a call to arms. With Hardships Dad, we knew it was a dead end, but our doctor today couldnt use enough optimistic terms, even when pressed on the severity of it all. His organs, kidneys, spleen, liver… all clear. It’s a localised growth, ready to be shrunk with radium and then excised. Ok. Lets do this.
Good luck, man.
C took my mom, my best friend, and played a major role in the passing of my dad.
My mom and buddy had the virulent kinds where every step of the way they were in the “worst case/did not respond” categories.
For my dad, the treatment led to what killed him.
So I personally imagine having a hard time confronting C as strongly as you are.
It has kicked my ass so soundly in the past, I tend to view it as a fucking death sentence, and would be tempted to just party my way out.
Anecdotally, the only guy I know who recovered well from C (colon) is just about the biggest asshole I know, leading me to suspect that perhaps being a decent human being prevents you from building up the necessary antibodies or something.
Keep up the good fight!
Kick him a good, hard one in the balls for me, Bubastis. My mom is in the hospice now with lymphoma. Her entire world has been reduced to a hospital bed and a few weeks or days of life. She’s so delirious from painkillers that she barely recognizes me.
I want to smash something. I want to hurt somebody. God, help me.
Thanks guys. Its good to know I’ve got you in my corner.
Despite my get up and kick ass attitude to it all, I know theres a hard twelve months in front of us, and all the good prognoses we get still cant cover that fact that we know a lot more people who have died from cancer than those who survived. But I’m ready to do whatever I can to help along the way, and give my father the strenght to fight this. Then again, its easy for me to talk… It wont be me on the operating table.
But if you didnt laugh, you’d cry!!
Lonesomepolecat, my thoughts are with you, and indeed to all of you who have fought this dirty cunt of a disease.
Cancer is a killer in my family. We just don’t get something like a skin lesion, we get brain cancer and die. I never, ever wanted to have children with my husband because of our familial cancer histories.
It’s over. She’s gone. Yesterday about 5:00 p.m. EST Mom passed away in a hospice room surrounded by her family. Goodbye, mother. Dwell in peace with your God. You got a lousy deal and still played one hell of a hand.
Thank you to everyone for your offerings of sympathy.