#Blood cancer hospital

[rgcircdm]

Best blood cancer hospital in india

Rajiv Gandhi Cancer Institute & Research Centre (RGCIRC) is widely regarded as the best blood cancer hospital in India. Renowned for its advanced facilities and cutting-edge treatments, RGCIRC offers comprehensive care for leukemia, lymphoma, and multiple myeloma. The hospital boasts a team of leading hematologists and oncologists, including Dr. Vineet Talwar and Dr. S.H. Advani, who specialize in personalized treatment plans and innovative therapies. With state-of-the-art technology, including bone marrow transplantation and CAR-T cell therapy, RGCIRC is dedicated to providing the highest quality care and hope to blood cancer patients across the nation.

For more information:- https://www.rgcirc.org/patient-family/types-of-cancer/blood-cancer

[everythingroyalty]

well thats fucking awful 😭

[opens-up-4-nobody]

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[orikeepitasecret]

The er is fucking boring.

Somebody ask me about Tim Drake or something.

[humbleboar]

My grandpa fell on Saturday and then again on Sunday and now hes in the hospital for that which is how we found out he also apparently has liver cancer and a blood infection and if he doesn't die from the infection he'll die from the cancer and I'm like. What do I do. In 2020 he fell and broke a rib and when they did a CT scan or whatever for that they noticed scarring on his liver and DIDN'T TELL HIM. Then a couple years ago he broke his clavicle and AGAIN they noticed some masses on his liver, but they couldn't see all of it on the scans and again DID NOTHING and like even if there was nothing they could really do for him bc he's old and frail, at least we could've had this time to come to terms with it instead of suddenly it being like hey! Ur grandpa will be dead either in a few weeks or a few months!

[griffinxgallo]

Gasping Part 2 || Griffin Gallo Solo

Griffin Battles for his life while having flashbacks into his past Tw: Hospital, surgery, blood, bloody gif, stabbing, violence, pediatric cancer

Muffled voices and blurred vision tormented Griffin as he blinked his eyes open. He was exhausted, teetering on the edge of consciousness, but he fought to hold on. Was that Dante above him? He tried to speak, but the words barely made it past his throat. "Raelynn," he choked out, but it was useless. His eyes closed again, just for a moment, until he felt himself being pushed. He flicked his eyes open, and the bright box lights on the ceiling whizzed by. They burned, piercing through his haze, but soon, everything faded into darkness.

The hospital staff raced down the hallway, fighting against time to get him into the OR. It would be close, but he still had a chance. He’d lost a lot of blood, but the knife had missed any vital organs. However, the trauma his body had endured was another challenge. Their goal was simple: stop the bleeding.

The doors to the OR snapped shut as they transferred him onto the table. No time was wasted cutting away his clothes, exposing the damage. His ribs were cracked, his arm broken, but those injuries were not the priority. The surgeon burst through the door and got to work. They couldn’t afford to lose another Serpent.

"Dada," a one-year-old Raelynn called out, her voice faint but insistent. The room was paired with the rhythmic beeping of her monitor. "Yes, baby girl?" Griffin asked as he got up from his chair, moving to her bedside. It had been five months since Raelynn had been left in his care. The baby pouted, tears sliding down her cheeks. He guessed she was officially a toddler now, it was her first birthday. "I'm right here, principessa," he whispered, crawling into the bed beside her and scooping her into his arms. He laid back, resting her small body against his chest. His large hand gently rubbed her back. "I know, baby, you're uncomfortable. I promise you, when this is over, we’ll celebrate every birthday you have in the biggest, most obnoxious way ever." Every birthday would symbolize another year she survived, despite the odds. The doctors weren’t hopeful yet, but Griffin was. God wouldn’t place this angel in his arms only to take her away. "We’ll have a long, happy life, bambina. It’ll be me and you, forever," he whispered, but Raelynn went limp in his arms as the paced beep of her monitor morphed into a long, continuous buzz. "No!" he cried out as doctors rushed in, prying her from his arms. "What’s happening?" he yelled, helpless as they took his baby away.

"He's coding!" a nurse shouted, as that same piercing buzz filled the OR. "Shock him!" the doctor ordered, and a nurse pressed the defibrillator paddles to his chest. "Clear!" Nothing. "Pushing Epi," another called out, injecting the dose into his IV. "Clear!" The second shock sent a jolt through his body.

Beep. Beep. Beep.

"We got him," the doctor said, as the team worked furiously to patch him up. They continued to stitch up his stab wounds and close any arteries that were severed. Once that was done, the were able to close him up.

"Mr. Gallo?" A doctor stepped into Raelynn's hospital room, drawing Griffin out of his restless daze. "Where is she? What’s going on?" Griffin demanded, springing to his feet. "I want to know where the fuck my daughter is!" The doctor remained calm even with a venomous snake in his face. "She’s stable. We’re still unsure what caused it, but you’ll be able to see her soon." Three more agonizing months passed before Raelynn's condition improved. When she hit eighteen months, she was finally allowed to go home for visits. Griffin had been waiting for this day, and he was ready. "Daddy has a surprise for you," he whispered, holding her close as they walked through the penthouse with her nurse following behind. Griffin pushed open the door to a room he’d spent months preparing—a princess-themed bedroom, complete with a bed shaped like a castle. "Look at this, principessa. This is your big girl room." The awe on Raelynn’s face melted something inside him. For the first time in a long while, the ice around his heart cracked, just a little.

"He's stable," the surgeon said, finishing the last of the stitches. "Move him to the ICU. We’ll handle the other injuries and locate his family." Griffin was wheeled out of the OR and into a recovery room. Hours later, the door creaked open, and his mother stepped inside.

"Oh God, my baby," she cried, rushing to his side. Her tears flowed freely."Mrs. Gallo, your son’s stable for now," the doctor said gently. "He’s suffered multiple stab wounds, broken bones, and lacerations. He’s not out of the woods yet, but we’ve placed him in a medically induced coma to help him heal. We’ll be monitoring him closely. It’ll take time."

Isabella clutched her son’s hand, her voice trembling. "We can’t lose him. Not after losing his father. He can’t leave Raelynn behind." She sobbed, pleading. "Come on, Griffin. You have to fight for Rae. Come back to her."

"Ma'am, he’ll need rest," a nurse advised softly. "You can return tomorrow, and we’ll update you on any changes." The doctor took his mother's hand and led her out of the room. He discussed what his recovery would look like and how the next few weeks would be crucial for him. He would need to take things slow and be careful.

Beep. Beep. Beep.

Griffin's eyelids slowly dragged open. It had been three days since the attack, and his throat was dry, his voice barely a whisper. "Rae," he muttered. "Rae," he called again, a bit louder this time. He felt like he had been hit by a truck, there was a constant ache throughout his body. He wasn't sure how he managed to survive such a beating. It all seemed like a blur but he knew what happened, what he endured.

"Daddy!" Raelynn called out to him. Griffin reached out with his uninjured arm, and she grabbed hold, pulling her up onto the bed and into his embrace. He pulled her close, pressing her against his chest as his head nuzzled into her soft curls.

"It's alright, baby girl," he murmured, his voice rough but filled with warmth. "Daddy's here."

[haresvoid]

Vent and heavy stuff mentioned in tags

[poliesther]

A bit of back story behind this pic (CW a ton of bad health issues)

I've recently had a ton of incredibly complex problems with health. From having to be at inpatient behavioral health (psych ward) not knowing when I will leave, to having my blood drawn multiple times a day and veins on both my arms being bursted.

Still I've been pushing through, but two things happened that completely floored me. One is that I have to get an ultrasound and other blood tests on suspicion of cancerous nodules on my thyroid (there's a lot of family history with thyroid cancer) and over that the hospitals (yeah, beautiful US healthcare means that only CERTAIN things are covered, I've had to hop between two states to get my care at each of the two hospitals) seem to have screwed up my meds and I ran out of them for a day, a very bad day at work I had to leave not even one hour in.

One of my best friends drew this for me knowing that Doom is my favourite character (along with Barry), and I am always thankful for his support @hypnopompicfool <3

Also, today I got some of the blood tests done to search certain antibodies and measure some thyroid hormones and managed another week of my meds before my next appointment this 4th, the ultrasound has to wait till February though, but hopefully it will be ok.

This isn't any kind of help me post btw. It just felt like I needed someone else to say at least a bit of everything that has been going on. But over all of it, I am just thankful for my friend and his support, love you man. Good luck with everything, and keep being an awesome artist <333

[wrenhavenriver]

90% of my life now is just opening the mail and finding out i owe another $600 for my surgery

[honeycombhank]

Another blood transfusion today for my mother. She did not receive the first one well.

A moment of thanks to all those who donate blood.

Thinking to do something like donating blood is the reason these things are possible for someone like my mother to have what they desperately need.

Thank you, thank you, thank you, if you’ve donated, you are a hero to someone out there!

5/25/24

[im2tired4usernames]

Incredibly hard to believe I'm fearfully and wonderfully made when my own body repeatably on the regular trys to kill me

[rgcircdm]

Blood Cancer Ttreatment

Welcome to Rajiv Gandhi Cancer Institute and Research Centre (RGCIRC), where we specialize in providing top-tier blood cancer treatment. Our dedicated team of specialists and doctors brings years of experience to the forefront of cancer care. At RGCIRC, we understand the complexity of blood cancer and tailor our treatments to meet the unique needs of each patient. We are committed to delivering the highest standard of care and support throughout your treatment journey. If you or a loved one is facing blood cancer, don't hesitate to reach out. Call us today for a consultation and take the first step towards the best cancer care with RGCIRC.

For more information: https://www.rgcirc.org/patient-family/types-of-cancer/blood-cancer

[risingsunresistance]

i lied so hard on that old post of ppl saying they'd never been through this before and asking if it gets better and i talked about edd and said it does get better. i was 11 and did not process what happened and moved on and thought that i had "accepted it," now im 21 and actually realize what's going on and it is NOT getting better

[opens-up-4-nobody]

I wanna play with Legos right now :-[

[iliveinprocrasti-nationn]

i hate going “hey i might not be up to hanging out im just not doing well mentally” but also i know if im either constantly panicking or completely out of it while we’re hanging out then it won’t go well

[multiplestrongminds]

Everything is tough again

CW: Cancer (leukaemia), hospitalisation, mentions of blood and chemotherapy.

So my mother had to go in for some blood and bone marrow tests, which she didn’t have to stay overnight for, so that’s good news. She got some not-so-good news recently. Her cancer has returned. She’s still deciding on what treatment to go for, because the doctor said that the chemotherapy would be even harsher than the last one, unless they can find some research chemotherapy that can help her. Her only other option is to have blood tests and blood transfusions for possibly the rest of her life. As you can imagine, it has been upsetting for her, and she is struggling at the moment.

My sister and my brother have been informed, along with some of our friends in this town. They’ve all been very supportive. They helped us through some tough times, such as the last time my mother had cancer. This is going to be another hard chapter in our lives. We just have to fight through this. Sorry there’s not much more to say. I guess I’m still a bit shocked at the news.

~Oliver-Joseph