#CHEMOTHERAPY

[themadornithologist]

Autoimmune diseases, “Here, we got you this fever.”

Me: “Why!”

Autoimmune diseases, “Just because.”

[mysharona1987]

A doctor’s angry letter to United Healthcare after they denied covering his patient’s nausea medication needed after his chemo.

[ceevee5]

[thepastisalreadywritten]

💙🫶💙

[captainjackscoat]

ASEXUALS, ASSEMBLE!

And gothic horror fans and aromatics and general aspecs and basically just people who are willing to help out tbh.

So, one of my best friends (who I have talked about before on here, actually) is back in hospital. And it's quite serious this time, because she's going to have to go through chemotherapy. There's a good chance she'll be in hospital over Christmas, too.

I want to do something for her. I bought her a funko pop thing but I want to do something with actual meaning. (I mean yes her Aunt got her this FANTASTIC Christmas card that made me scream with both shock and delight on her behalf bc holy shit but I want to do something from me, too).

I want to make a scrapbook or a notebook or something, of messages and photos and art from all over. I want her to know she is loved by more than just the hospital staff.

She loves Frankenstein, and her absolute favourite artist is Brightgoat. If we could get a message for her, from Brightgoat, that would be incredible and it would get her so, so excited.

If you want to chip in with a message, or with art, or anything you can, everything is appreciated :)

(Btw for those wondering, this is my formerly terminally ill aroace friend who said "The only relationship I will ever have is with my health, and it's a very toxic one")

[destielmemenews]

“In January, I underwent major abdominal surgery in London and at the time, it was thought that my condition was non-cancerous,” she said in a video announcement.

“The surgery was successful. However, tests after the operation found cancer had been present. My medical team therefore advised that I should undergo a course of preventative chemotherapy and I am now in the early stages of that treatment.”

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[butterflyinthewell]

🆘 My irl best friend needs help. 🆘

I’ve been friends with Elizabeth since we were 10.

She is currently fighting ovarian cancer and the medical bills are piling up.

Late in June her life turned upside down with a full hysterectomy and a bunch of health problems after. She lives in Las Vegas and can’t afford to buy a car. She travels to medical appointments by Lyft, which is eating into her wallet. Before cancer she was employed and active, and now she had to give up her job because she can barely walk across her house without pain or shortness of breath. She’s waiting on disability, but it’s taking forever and her husband’s salary is barely enough to survive on.

If she can’t go to appointments, she can’t get her chemo and imaging done. Trying to walk there results in her developing ascites and she ends up hospitalized to get it drained. It’s very painful for her.

Can you PLEASE help? Any amount is helpful. I’ve been begging on her behalf on Twitter for weeks and there’s barely anything, so I hope to get something here.

Here’s photos of us back when I visited her in 2021. (I visited her again in July 2024, but she was sick and had to be in the hospital, and I didn’t want to take pictures of her sick and miserable.)

Please reblog! This will get eaten out of tags because of the link, and I need eyes on this.

https://giveahand.com/fundraiser/medical-billsbills

[saywhat-politics]

Anthony Olson was told that he’d die without the treatment and to ignore a negative biopsy. He’s one of many patients who may have received harmful or unnecessary treatments from Montana oncologist Dr. Thomas C. Weiner, according to court records.

Anthony Olson wanted a career, children, a partner with whom he could hike Montana’s trails. Despite the diabetes diagnosis at age 4, the anemia, the kidney transplant that failed at age 29, the dialysis, he clung to those dreams. He attended community college and later moved from his parents’ house in Helena to study accounting at Montana Tech in Butte. He thought he might live a nearly normal life.

All of that was taken away in early 2011 when an oncologist at St. Peter’s, Helena’s only hospital, diagnosed him with myelodysplastic syndrome, a blood disorder that’s often described as pre-leukemia. The life expectancy of MDS patients is short. “He told me that without treatment, I’d be dead before the end of the year,” Olson said. He was 33.

[themadornithologist]

Disabled people deserve better, and they do NOT need to justify to you why.

[thechthonicherbalist]

🙥 I really wanna grow my Hair back out 🙧

After I'm done with chemo, I really want to grow my hair long again. Since I started it, my hair has thinned quite a bit & it has made me think. I get an IV treatment for stomach and intestinal cancer, ulcers and inflammations that doesn't attack the hair follicles "as much", according to doctors... reality is quite different. 😂😭

Being a genderqueer transman, it's often not easy to find ways to express myself; to exist in ways that allow me both to feel like myself and low on dysphoria, but at the same time are low maintenance and practicable in a life with disability and severe illness, in a conservative and Christian environment. Even more so if I want to add aspects of cultural expression since my family is not Christian...

I want to share this picture of myself from 2022. It's very meaningful in regards to all this to me.

Back then I was still doing much better than nowadays. Homebound, but often going out with helpers and visiting places. It was a year after my grandmother had died and I was wearing a dikhlo headscarf for the first time in the fashion she used to do it. It's part of Romani culture. Traditionally only married women would wear it. In modern times, it's often casually worn to reclaim our culture by women of any status as well as queer individuals.

My mom put it on for me back then, in the way my grandma used to wear, not in the traditional way where the fabric covers the back of the head, but wound around it, to allow the hair to look out and show. She loved to do this, to show off her curls or elaborate braids she would make when she was younger. Naturally both she and I have also worn it in the traditional way with more traditional fabrics and patterns. :3

For me it was a very emotional experience to do this for the first time, after I had started to wear my hair short, to help me pass as male, because it was an euphoric feeling of achieving this and still being able to combine it with an effeminate part of my culture, hence being able to express myself as an effeminate or GNC man, which aligns deeply with how I feel about myself, but due to being trans is often reason why I'm perceived as "simply a woman". As well as doing something that connects me to a beloved, passed (albeit at times certainly difficult 😂) family member. And... fitting in, when all my family has much darker, tighter curled hair than I, with my weird red head. 🥲

The downside of this is that the curls that run in my family are widely cut out like this as well and while you can still see them here, I miss them. And there's also the little fact that I just love men with long hair. I want to be a man with long hair too. It's one of the reasons why I love Lestat and the other vampires from Anne Rice's books so much... So I might grow my hair back long, as long as it gets and then maybe when I get sick of it or people treat me too womenly, cut it back off again.

[seekingskywhales]

All done treatment!!!!!!

HUMANITY RESTORED in the biggest way!!!!!

[thepastisalreadywritten]

By Allison Pearson

23 March 2024

OH, NO. No. A sense that something was not right, that our wonderful Princess was perhaps in more trouble than we’d been told, was confirmed at 6pm on Friday with an unprecedented TV address that dealt a blow to the nation’s solar plexus.

Some will simply have been stunned by the news, hardly able to comprehend it (what, cancer twice in the Royal family within two months? But she’s so young).

Others will have been in tears, as I was, watching our Princess of Wales, parchment-pale, clearly fragile yet valiantly composing herself to record a message in that crystal-clear voice, reassuring us that, although it had been “an incredibly tough couple of months for our entire family,” she would be OK, given enough time, space and privacy.

One friend who heard it on the car radio pulled over to the side of the road and sobbed. “I am just so upset,” she texted.

Another confessed she was relieved that the Waleses hadn’t separated – one of the wilder rumours that had been flying around since the Princess of Wales was pictured in that photoshopped, too-smiley Mother’s Day picture without her wedding rings.

“For the backbone of Britain, we need those two to be together and happily married,” said my friend. So true.

William ’n’ Kate, Kate ’n’ William, a couple for almost the whole of their adult lives, one unimaginable without the other.

Our monarchy is assured as long as there is them (the Waleses will celebrate their thirteenth wedding anniversary on 29th April, six days after little Louis turns six).

Suddenly, with this announcement, we are reminded that they are only human too, vulnerable at times, and Britain is badly shaken.

As she finished her statement, the ramifications started to sink in. Prince William has to deal with a father and a wife with cancer at the same time.

There are haunting echoes of Diana, too, another beloved princess whose personal challenges played out so publicly.

Poor William must feel like there are snipers in the garden taking aim at his family.

You could tell the children were uppermost in her mind, just as they are for any parent who is told they have cancer.

George, Charlotte and Louis, she spoke their names aloud, her darlings. You know, I think they were the real reason she steeled herself to do it.

To sit there on that wooden bench with spring bursting out behind her. Daffodils on a grassy bank, trees in blossom – a cruelly lovely backdrop for such sad tidings.

How simply dressed she was in a matelot jumper and jeans, stripped of finery and clothed, instead, in a becoming humility, her beauty thrown into sharp relief by the strain on her face.

A 42-year-old who is uniquely privileged yet now confronts every woman’s frightening brush with mortality.

Her statement was carefully timed to coincide with the start of the school Easter holidays so the children could be safe at home and wouldn’t have to endure whispers in class about Mummy’s illness.

(Sparing them the agonies of embarrassment young William and Harry suffered at boarding school when Charles and Diana were getting divorced.)

It’s not easy to protect your children when their grandfather is the King and their father his heir.

The Prince and Princess of Wales have always been concerned to make things as normal, as Middleton, as possible, for their young family; this is their toughest test yet.

Was there more than a hint of rebuke in the Princess’s carefully measured words for a media that really has shown neither patience nor “understanding” since she disappeared from public view to have abdominal surgery?

She could be forgiven for being furious. (Believe me, many of us are furious on her behalf.)

“William and I have been doing everything we can to process and manage this privately for the sake of our young family,” she said pointedly.

“As you can imagine, this has taken time. It has taken me time to recover from major surgery in order to start my treatment.

But, most importantly, it has taken us time to explain everything to George, Charlotte and Louis in a way that is appropriate for them, and to reassure them that I am going to be OK.”

“Back off,” she was saying in the politest possible way, “leave me and my kids alone.”

Of course, she needed time to come to terms with the shattering blow of having a life-threatening illness and three children under 10. Every mother’s nightmare.

But time is one thing the vultures and conspiracy theorists were not prepared to give her.

In the vacuum Kensington Palace foolishly allowed to develop, the vilest rumours flourished.

Had she undergone cosmetic surgery? Wasn’t she just slacking? Why wasn’t William taking up more duties to relieve his sick father?

Had Catherine left William? Was it a lookalike pictured with William at a Windsor farm shop?

The gossip went global, causing universal hysteria.

Imagine feeling as sick and scared as the Princess must have done, yet being under pressure to show yourself in order to disprove the lies and appease the baying online mob. It’s barbaric.

I hope those who made such disgusting comments are burning with shame today now that we know the reason she hid away.

It wasn’t only ghouls with a conscience bypass who were trying to fill the gaps in the story.

Theories also came from people who adore the Royal family and were deeply worried for the absent Princess. We love and respect her so much.

Incredibly, in a poll earlier this month, the recuperating Princess still managed to emerge as the most popular royal, narrowly ahead of her husband.

Despite the slurry of accusations – not least the appalling claim in an early draft of a book by Omid Scobie (media snitch), that she was one of the two alleged “royal racists” who speculated on the baby’s likely skin colour – their figures are broadly unchanged since a previous poll in 2023.

Never Put a Foot Wrong is said so often it’s practically the definition of her.

Turns out there may be stresses and strains to appearing always in control, to aiming for perfection, that can eat away at a sensitive person not born to be royal.

Catherine says her job brings her joy; it must also have caused worry (such remorseless spotlight scrutiny).

We should reflect on that, I think. On what it’s reasonable to expect from one human being who expects so much of herself.

How the Princess came to win such a large place in British people’s hearts is better than any fairy tale.

Bullied at school, the quiet, sporty brunette was famous for her record-breaking high jump and tenacious character.

She had blossomed by the time she met William in their first term at St Andrew’s.

At 29, when they finally exchanged vows in Westminster Abbey, she was the first royal bride to have a university degree; the first to have lived with her husband before marriage; the first to be raised in a house that had a street number instead of a fancy name and a moat with swans.

As second in line to the throne, William was expected to pick his princess from a select group of well-bred young fillies.

Hot favourites included Davina Duckworth-Chad and one Isabella Amaryllis Charlotte Anstruther-Gough-Calthorpe.

Enough hyphens to make plain Catherine Middleton of Bucklebury, Berkshire, feel a little inadequate, you might think.

Except that, when a friend at university told Catherine how lucky she was to be going out with Prince William, a smiling Catherine replied: “He’s lucky to have me.”

The years have proved her right, haven’t they?

The death of Diana left William a damaged, stubborn and angry young man, acutely aware he was a prisoner of fate and railing at the media who pursued his mother.

Catherine has calmed him, rebuilding trust while providing the regular family life he had never known.

She has grown brilliantly into the role and the Waleses are a formidable team, lighting up any event they enter.

Now, it is his turn to soothe and calm her, although he must be deeply worried.

“Having William by my side is a great source of comfort and reassurance too, as is the love, support and kindness that has been shown by so many of you. It means so much to us both,” she said.

The King was right to salute his daughter-in-law for her courage. Imagine what it takes to first tell your small children you have cancer and then tell the whole world.

She did it so naturally, so sweetly, with such great empathy for others with that cruel disease that no one could possibly guess what it cost her. But it cost her.

She has told George, Charlotte and Louis that Mummy is well, and getting better, but the only way she will make a full recovery is if she’s left alone as she completes her treatment.

Will the vultures listen? Will they give her the time she needs or go back pecking for more?

Millions of us are praying for the return to health of our wonderful Princess of Wales. She has all our support and love.

A Britain without her is unthinkable, unbearable. Take your time, Princess, take your time.

💙🌹💙

[angryschnauzer]

Hubby had his final clinic appointment today. I was so fucking anxious, i was sure they would have found regrowth of the brain tumour or that his bloods wouldn't be good enough for the final round of chemo, but i was proven wrong thankfully.

No regrowth. Blood platelets high enough for his final round of chemo. He's been given the all clear to fly so we can look at going on holiday in October to Malta.

Going forwards he will have MRI scans every two to three months for the rest of his life, and there is a 95% chance the cancer will come back at some point in the next five years. But for now, we are in the clear.

I'm not celebrating just yet, but my anxiety has dropped considerably.

[mindblowingscience]

Cancer drug resistance remains a leading reason why treatments for specific cancers eventually do not work. A team of Stony Brook University researchers led by Gábor Balázsi have been testing drug resistance with mammalian cell lines. Their latest investigation reveals that taking a part of a DNA amplification from a cell, which causes resistance, and placing it back in, actually stops the drug resistance. This finding, published in PNAS, could lead to additional treatment methods in the attempt to stop chemotherapy drug resistance.

Continue Reading.

[yappleart]

This month I am officially 10 years off chemo for my acute leaukemia.

As grateful as I am to have survived with the amazing help of nurses and doctors who I am eternally thankful for being a childhood cancer survivor has come with its various challenges but they seem to grow less significant as I grow and 10 years later I am much more knowledgeable about how my cancer has affected me and how to deal with this although I still have a long way to go.

With the release of deadpool 3 which I am VERY hyped for I thought a tribute to the #fuckcancer pink suit that helped raise money for the cause would be suitable (haha do you get it) and who doesn’t like pink????

I am extremely privileged to have had this treatment so I want to use this post as a platform to share some gofundme links to families and people suffering from the genocide in Palestine who due to the violence by Israel cannot access medical care I hope you take the time to read their stories and donate if you can.

Thank you 🎗️

[kuebikome]

Charlie after his first round of chemo ready to destroy a burger