#Stage 4 Breast Cancer

[anzu2snow]

Went to Olive Garden yesterday for dinner. I got their chicken and gnocchi soup. It actually had a decent amount of gnocchi. Then, I had their create your own pasta dish: rigatoni, 5-cheese marinara, and broccoli. There was a lot of broccoli. The sauce was a bit watery again. It was pretty good other than that. I get to have the rest of it for lunch today. Yay! It was also the first time in a long time that I paid for my dinner at a sit down restaurant with my own money. I just got my first deposit of my ssi money recently. I got a little gunk on my card. I don’t think their machine was clean, but I did it. (Cleaned it off afterwards.) It wasn’t that expensive either. I thought it would be. Didn’t have dessert there, because nothing interested me. I had a cowboy cookie from home instead.

[glcarissa]

A terminal cancer diagnosis is challenging and difficult to accept.

Follow the stage 4 breast cancer journey of a Toronto older Black woman abstract artist. I am blessed to still have the energy and determination to share my story and show my art, as I navigate a world of uncertainty and many life-changing challenges.

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[thescoopess]

Shannen Doherty Shares Cancer has Spread to Bones 'I'm not done living'

Shannen Doherty diagnosed with stage 4 breast cancer in 2019, shared her cancer has spread to her bones, “I don’t want to die.” Shannen was diagnosed with breast cancer in 2015. The disease went into remission in 2017 after a mastectomy and chemotherapy, but in 2020, she was diagnosed with stage 4 cancer. She shared earlier this year it had spread to her brain. Doherty speaking with People said,…

[drchmohanavamsy]

Stage 4 Breast Cancer: Survival & Hope

Stage 4 breast cancer has spread to other areas of the body. Treatment focuses on controlling cancer and managing symptoms effectively.

[septembermonologues]

i'm like 10-15 years removed from really having to handle extended family and now that my parents are married and we're "officially" part of my stepmoms family i have a 50th anniversary party and a house full of 20 people and a puppy for thanksgiving within one week and i. dont think im mentally prepared for it. lol

[maxxvalentine]

Life update:

I'm mum of 2 girls, married to a wonderful man. Best hubby ever, life has been great, 3 years of marriage. The year started good even got a remote job which was kinda cool. Suddenly, started getting sick at a low paced and then March came and after a couple of ER trips was diagnosed with pneumonia (was totally misdiagnosed) weekly ER trips with no positive change to antibiotic treatments while pregnant the doctor ordered CT scan and discovered mass in my lungs. I had mentioned a lump on my left breast to ER Doc and midwife but it did not became a red flag to my symptoms which were a violent cough, follow by a excruciating headache. MARCH-JUNE I got so sick but Docs/Hospital did not help with pain management or even knew the root of my problem until the scan. In June, I was finally diagnosed with stage 4 breast cancer. I immediately gave my life to my God and Lord almighty. It spread to lungs and brain. My wonderful team of Doctors and care are fighting with me, God bless them and their unwavering support and planning to get me better has led me to write this. I am beyond blessed for the care and support I have. Additionally , I had to give birth to a miracle beautiful baby girl at 29 weeks and she is doing spectacular and praise God to that. Her name is Rayne Amor. I am still fighting battles and in the name of God we are staying strong and we are seeing lots of positive changes. Life with God is amazing, family and friends are always praying for me. I will write my testimony. If you read this, Hi and God bless you.

[blogarkhe]

I don’t know if I am ready to write again. But as of now I’m back. I guess I have enough to share.

Now my turn… Hello world again. Arche is back to Tumblr with a stage 4 cancer.

Maybe someone out there needs to hear my personal journey. Cancer, being a mom with cancer, being alone with cancer, being motherless with cancer… I have not spoken to anyone for over a year. I know I am not alone.

Surgeries, radiation therapy, chemotherapy, hormone therapy, gain weight and lose weight, vomit, nausea, and fatigue… They are painful. I mean so much pain…

But nothing is more painful than seeing you’re alone…

I am confessing my ignorance about life and myself right now right here… After everything lost its meaning and value…

See you in the next post—

[ghwosty]

hm hypochondria is a hell of a type of anxiety that I suffer from and occasionally creeps back up on me over the smallest of triggers

[gingergillenwater]

Wow, what a first post. I found out yesterday that I have metastatic breast cancer. I was diagnosed in December 2018 with a very rare type that isn’t very aggressive. I had had it for years before it was found because it was a soft tumor.

And so, a randomly broken rib (with no tumor) sent me to the doctor and a CT spotted the lesion on my T7 vertebrae. It’s very small and the only tumor I have, so we have super early non-chemo intervention getting ready to happen.

I will share more about this journey (I have a long-term prognosis because of this rare type being more of a chronic thing). Hopefully I can educate about this very rare type of breast cancer. However, I’m also a riot, an author, and a smarty pants. I promise you’ll love me to bits. 😁

[eliza-the-hunted]

EMERGENCY COMMISSIONS

PLEASEPLEASEPLEASE DON'T LOOK AWAY, AND IF YOU CAN'T HELP, PLEASE REBLOG!

(EDIT: I am trans...pls use they/them, it/its, or yeen when referring to me!! Thank you. ^^; )

Hi, my name's Eliza, I have stage 3b breast cancer. I've come a long way, had a partial mastecomy and some lymph nodes removed, but my cancer is still really aggressive and scary. I have another hurdle coming up that is going to strain me and my family a lot since we're really poor... and that's radiation therapy.

My radiation therapy apps are going to be 5 days a week (mon-fri), for 4-5 weeks. The only place I can be seen is 1hr 15mins away...so that's a 2+ hour drive, every single day for weeks. We just can't afford the gas money for that, we're barely scrapping by as is...

I hate that I have to ask for help again, but I'm terrified and don't want to die. So I'm offering REALLY cheap commissions! (Details below the divider.)

My cashapp is: $CANNIJU98 My Kofi is: https://ko-fi.com/eliza_the_hunted (My kofi also has some proof of my cancer, in case you want that.)

Any amount donated is super appreciated (if you can't afford a commission.) COMMISSION INFO BELOW!

FOR JUST $15 I WILL DRAW YOU SOMETHING SUPER CUTE!!

All I ask is you please be patient, my work-around due to having treatments (and side-effects, yuck), is gonna be 1-2 months.

Once I receive payment, I will give you my discord so we can keep in touch! I will show you a sketch, which you can approve or ask for changes, and then once it's approved I will finish it!

I CANNOT DRAW HUMANS, MECHS, OR ANYTHING TOO COMPLICATED. Please keep it simple! Sorry!

EXAMPLES:

Again, please reblog if you can't help, not to be dramatic but I really don't wanna die, and I've seen people get lots of help for less serious issues. TwT I'm terrified and need all the help I can get.

Thank you!

[anzu2snow]

Finally had a phone appointment with my oncologist. It kept getting postponed. They said I had to have it as a follow-up. They had it scheduled for 5pm. (I don’t why it was so late in the day. They were the ones that scheduled it.) She called me this morning when I wasn’t around my phone. She said she was sick again and couldn’t do the 5pm one, and said she’d call at 12pm. I waited for a while, but she didn’t call back. So, I called the oncology department about it, and they were confused about it. She called me after that. So weird.

I brought up my bone pain. It’s still pretty bad. She asked if it was in one area. It’s not. It’s all over. She said I should try taking 1mg of dexamethasone daily, instead of the 0.5mg. She wants me to switch from anastrozole to letrozole. Apparently, letrozole is similar. According to Google, letrozole is a hormone based chemotherapy. Anastrozole could be causing some of the bone pain as well. So she’ll prescribe it, and I’ll get it through the mail. She said it’s very important that I stop anastrozole, then wait a day, and then I can start letrozole. I can’t have them at the same time. Hopefully this will help.

I also talked about a ‘mass’ or tumor I started noticing a few days ago. It’s big. It’s on the left side of my chest, and starts with a weird looking dimple. It goes from close to my neck near my left shoulder until my heart area. She said she has to look at it in person. She wrote down what I told her anyways. She said I should probably have an in-person appointment after the bone scan at the end of the month. She said the problem is she’ll be in Tacoma during that time until the end of July. She said I most likely will see a colleague of hers instead. I hope I’m just imagining this ‘mass’. Don’t know what they’ll do about it. Especially with someone new to my ‘case’. I feel like I need a new oncologist. She did tell me to keep her up to date. She doesn’t seem to like email, which makes it harder. Hopefully my bone pain will get better soon, and the mass I see is really nothing.

[glcarissa]

Follow my Stage 4 Metastatic Breast Cancer journey on IG: @metastaticbreastcancer4

Abstract Artist with Stage 4 Breast Cancer: They say an artist becomes famous after they ...

[virgowrld-444]

i wasn't going to share this tbh, but fuck it (i'm tipsy and in my head)

just for context and clarity, my dad passed away about 6 months ago now from stage 4 colon cancer. going through chemo isn't something that i was new to unfortunately tho (my abuela had breast cancer). but those last 2 months of being with him was something that i wouldn't wish on anyone tbh. from the way he went from eating one day, to not being able to lift his hand the next, and so much more that i won't say

this picture was taken the day before he passed tho. he joked about all my curls a lot and how he wished that he still had his hair. so, i made him a bet that if he finished his dinner by himself, then i would shave my head like his so that we could be twins. as you can see, he won

looking back on this picture and the laughs that me and my folks shared after he did, i can't help but think about all the time i wasted on hating him, instead of forgiving him for not being the dad i truly needed and wanted him to be. i mean i have and will continue to forgive myself in the meantime, but this shit is eating me up right now tbh. point being, forgive those who may have hurt you before it's too late man. i know that it is most definitely easier said than done, but if you don't do it for anyone. at least do it for yourself

take it from me, living with the grief of not doing so isn't worth it

[cosyvelvetorchid]

buck/tommy: single dad tommy looses his son who wanders off after a fire engine. firefigher buck to the rescue

This was such a freaking adorable prompt! Thank you!

As always you can send me bucktommy, saltommy, or Tommy prompts to my ask. Fluff or smut or both. 🩶

*****

"Lucas can you please put your shoes on?" Tommy called out from the kitchen. He could still hear the cartoon blaring from the living room. More than once he'd imagined what harm he'd like to cause the person who invented Bluey. He finished packing their lunches, shoving them into his bag, and grabbed his phone and car keys before walking into the living room and turning off the TV. Lucas whined.

"You have 5 seconds to put your shoes on or you won't be riding the engine." He told him sternly. "5..4.." The 4 year old knew daddy meant business and quickly ran to the door and put on his shoes. "Good boy." Tommy smiled and lead him out to the car.

He was taking him to the annual community fire safety event they held down town. There were lots of exciting things for kids to do - rides, entertainers, and of course a chance to sit in a real engine! Usually Tommy would be working it but this year he had actually managed to get the day off to take his son.

Lucas had been buzzing with excitement about it since Tommy had first told him about it last week. He was counting down the sleeps like he did at Christmas. It had been the first thing he'd gotten excited about since his mom had died the previous year.

He was only 3 when she died and he didn't really understand what death meant, just that mommy was in heaven with the angels. But he certainly felt the loss of his mother. His personality was diluted. Tommy had taken him to a therapist specialising in grief therapy for children, and slowly but surely he began coming out of his shell more.

Evangelina and Tommy had been best friends since they were teenagers. The type of friendship where even when they lost contact for months or even years because of all the things they each had going on in their lives, when they reconnected it felt like no time had gone by.

5 years ago she had asked Tommy to help her get pregnant. She was desperate to be a mother but she was single and time was running out. They had many, many conversations about how it would work, how they would co-parent.. if Tommy even wanted to. They decided that if she were to get pregnant, when the kid was older they'd tell them about how they came to be, but until that point he would be Uncle Tommy.

As it happened, one trip the the fertility clinic, 1 donation and 1 insemination and Evangelina had a bun in the oven. The first few months of her pregnancy went like clockwork. Until the 2nd trimester when she found a lump in her breast. Cancer. Stage 3. She was given 2 options. Terminate the pregnancy and begin treatment, or delay treatment until the baby was born, which would risk the cancer spreading. She chose the latter. After many arguments with Tommy about it, he finally accepted that this was what she wanted.

Watching his son being born was the most beautiful thing Tommy had ever witnessed. He didn't think a human heart had the capacity for that much love. Sadly, within days of Lucas' birth they received the devastating news that Evangelinas cancer had spread to her lymph nodes and other organs. It was terminal. She fought like hell to live, but a month after Lucas' 3rd birthday she passed away.

"Come on, little man. Let's go see some fire trucks!" Tommy let him out of the car, taking his hand.

"Daddy look!" He pointed to a a giant Bluey mascot dressed in turn out gear. Tommy cursed under his breath. He couldn't get away from that little blue shit. "Can we go see him?" Lucas asked.

"Of course, buddy." He said with a smile leading him over. As much as Tommy couldn't stand that damn dog, the smile on his sons face was worth it. After that they rode the teacups, Lucas met some real life firefighters (that weren't his dad), he got to sit in an ambulance and blare the sirens, and he got given so many free stickers Tommy was already imagining having to remove them from the furniture at home.

There was one more thing to do and that was to sit in an engine. Except, what Lucas didn't know was that Tommy had organised with Capt Nash of the 118 a surprise ride in the truck. But first lunch needed to be eaten. A hangry 4 year old was not what anybody needed to deal with on a Sunday afternoon.

They found a picnic table and Tommy handed Lucas his sandwiches and chips. But in the rush trying to Lucas out of the door he'd forgotten the drinks.

"Shi-shoot!" He corrected himself. Trying to police his swearing wasn't easy now that Lucas was of an age where he repeated everything he heard. Thankfully there was a booth in the picnic area that served drinks.

"Lucas, I'm going to get us something to drink. I need you to stay right here, okay? I'll just be over there-" He pointed to the booth no more than 7 or 8 meters away "-you can see me the whole time."

"Okay." Lucas sang.

"You stay here, okay? You must not get off this bench. Do you understand?"

"Yep." He replied, peanut butter and jam smeared all around his mouth. Tommy walked to the booth, looking back every few seconds to make sure Lucas was where he should be. The lady in front of him in the line dropped her purse, spilling it everywhere. It only took Tommy 10 seconds to help her pick everything up but by the time he stood back up and looked to Lucas he was gone.

His heart immediately thunder against his chest.

"Lucas?!" He called out running over to the table. "Lucas!" He looked around. He was nowhere to be seen. Panic began to set in. He took a deep breath in an attempt to calm himself. This had happened before in a grocery store a few months before and after Tommy spent 15 minutes freaking out, multiple calls over the annoy and a call to the police, Lucas was found at the other end of the store watching Bluey on one of the TVs.

There were tonnes of things at this event that a child would gravitate towards. He probably made a beeline for the Bluey mascot or an engine. No, Tommy wasn't going to freak out yet. He'd look for a few minutes first then get security.

***

"Buck have you given away ALL the candy?" Eddie asked.

"What? They're all just so adorable I couldn't say no!" Buck tried defending himself.

"You're such a push over." Eddie told him. "I'm gonna go get a coffee. I'll be back in 5." Buck waved him away as he bent down to the 4 year old standing in front of him.

"Hi" He said with a big smile. "Whats you're name?"

"Umm.. I'm not s'posed to say. You're a..a stranger."

"Thats good thinking. You're absolutely right." Buck looked around but there were no other adults in the vicinity that looked like they could be this kids parents. "Hey Buddy, are you parents here?"

"My daddy brought me to see the firetrucks." The kid told him.

"Well that's a cool dad you have, huh? Hey do you known where he is? Can you see him?" The boy looked around and lifted his hands up in an exaggerated shrug.

"Okay. Well you see this?" He pointed to the radio on his chest. "This is my very special radio. I can talk to some very cool people and maybe they can find your dad. How does that sound?"

"Okay." The boy said.

"Do you think it would be okay if you told me your name? That way I can tell my friend on the radio and it will help us find your dad." Buck asked. The boy thought about it for a second.

"My name is Lucas."

"It's nice to meet you Lucas. My name is Buck. You wanna sit in the truck while I radio my friend?"

"Yeah!" He said excitedly. Buck opened the door and lifted him up onto the seat, before getting on the radio. "Hey Cap?"

"Captain Nash here. What is is Buck?"

"I gotta kid here that seems to be lost."

"Im with Sergeant Grant now. Can you describe the kid?"

"How old are you buddy?" He asked Lucas.

"Im 4"

"He says he's 4 years old, names Lucas. Dark curly hair, wearing blue jeans and a black tshirt with a helicopter on it." He spoke into the radio.

"This is sergeant Grant. We have the father here. Where is the boy now?"

"I've got him in the engine."

"Keep him there, we're on the way."

"Good news, your dad's on the way." He told Lucas.

"My daddy is a fireman too." He said

"He is?"

"Yeah. He.. he flies helicopters too!" He said pointing to the picture on his shirt.

"Wow that is very cool!" Buck said. "You wanna put the lights and sirens on?"

"Yeah!"

"First things first, before we go to an emergency we have to be safe. So.." he grabbed a helmet from the back and gently placed in on Lucas' head. "There we go, now you're ready. See that button right there? Press it." Lucas leaned forward and pressed it and the sirens rang out.

"Woah!" Lucas cried out with a big smile. Buck smiled back, his heart melting at how adorable this kid was.

"Daddy!" He shouted pointing through the windscreen. Cap and Athena walked towards the engine with an unfamiliar man. Something shifted in Bucks stomach at the sight of him. He was tall, with a large muscular frame. A piece of his dark curly hair had fallen onto his face. Buck suddenly felt nervous. Buck switched off the siren.

"Lucas?" The man called as they reached the engine.

"Daddy! I got to put on the siren!" He said as Buck removed the helmet from him and lifted him down. The man bent down to his eyeline.

"Lucas, how many times have I told you, you cannot wall off like that? It really scares daddy when you do that." His voice was soft but strained. He hugged the boy tightly. Bucks chest tightened at the image in front of him of a scared father.

"Im sorry daddy."

"It's okay buddy." He kissed the top of his head and stood up. His eyes met Bucks and he caught a breath. The man in front of him was gorgeous. As tall as him with a slightly smaller build but long legs. He had an adorable pink birthmark by his left eyebrow underneath a head of gentle dirty blonde curls.

"Were you the one who found my kid?" He asked.

"Uh, yeah. Bu.. Evan. Evan Buckley."

Evan. Tommy couldn't help notice the similarity. Evangelina was all about signs from the universe, which He'd always waved away as hocum. But now..

"Tommy Kinard." He responded, somehow feeling nervous all of a sudden. "Thank you. For finding him." He smiled. Something about those smile lines around his eyes made Bucks heart beat a little faster.

"He actually found me if I'm honest." He laughed. Tommy looked at his son.

"I need to put bells on this kid I swear." He said. Buck smiled and Tommys mouth went dry.

"Hey Tommy, you still want that surpise thing?" Bobby asked walking over.

"So long as my kid stays in the damn truck, sure."

"What surpise?" Buck asked confused.

"Well-" Tommy said lifting Lucas up into his arms "-how would you like to go on a real life ride on an engine?" He asked Lucas.

"Can I daddy?" Lucas asked practically vibrating.

"I don't know. What do you think Captain Nash?" Tommy turned them to face him.

"I think that would be okay." He smiled.

"Well let's go then!" Tommy said to Lucas putting him the back of the engine.

"Buck, Eddie is dealing with a broken ankle by the teacups, so I need you to jump in." Bobby told him.

"Got it Cap." He jumped in the back as cap got in the drivers seat. Tommy buckled Lucas in, they he snd Buck sat either side of him. They caught eachothers gaze and held it for a few moments. Something sparked in both of their chests.

"You ready, kid?" Bobby called from the front.

"Yeah!"

"Here we go!" Bobby put the sirens on and turned on the engine.

[septembermonologues]

yesterday i cracked my friends up with "i know its well intentioned but its been so long that i don't really need condolences or apologies because its just like 'grass is green, sky is blue, mom is dead'" and im still riding that high

[fuck-customers]

this isnt a complaint this is a genuine question:

how do you just go to work and pretend everything is ok and normal when you just found out your mother has stage 4 breast cancer?

im genuinely like 2 seconds from crying constantly and i just can't do it. but i cant NOT work. like. what do i do? i cant work like this but i need the money so i cant call out.

ive been at work for all of 3 hours and im at my wits end

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