#Stage 4 Breast Cancer

[anzu2snow]

Recently, I decided that I’m going to get a double mastectomy or top surgery again. The only reason I stopped last time was I was scared of having the drains. I realized I won’t have to deal with them for very long. It’s kind of getting to me, especially lately. I don’t know why. So, I’ll look up info on it for now. I’m hoping to get it done this summer. The surgeon I talked to last time about it seemed really nice and understanding. Hopefully she can do it. There will be so many benefits for me. The only downside is we’ll have to pause Ibrance for a while. We did that a couple of times before and I was fine when I got back on it.

[glcarissa]

A terminal cancer diagnosis is challenging and difficult to accept.

Please consider donating to my GoFundMe account, as I navigate a world of uncertainty and life-changing challenges.

GoFundMe:

Fundraiser by Gloria C Swain : Stage 4 Metastatic Breast Cancer

[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—

[totaltrauma]

My mom has cancer.

It’s bad. It has already spread from her breast to her lymph node, and they are in the process of checking to make sure it hasn’t spread further right now. It is a stage 2, but if they find that it has spread, it automatically escalates to a stage 4.

She has a three year old baby, and is also a caretaker for her mother in law who recently suffered a double stroke, and her puppy dog who is diabetic.

Everything is changing in a really big way and it’s very scary. She is starting chemo soon & will be getting a double mastectomy.

I know a lot of you aren’t in a place where you can donate, but if you can, please consider contributing to her gofundme. My step dad has had to take off work a lot to care for my baby sister while my mom goes to appointments, and this is just the beginning.

[anzu2snow]

I kind of had a chametz/kitniyot fest yesterday. It could also be like celebrating my 5th cancerversary. Being alive 5 years after being diagnosed. We went to the Oak Table for lunch. I got a mocha, which always looks over the top to me. I got their Cajun chicken sandwich with a pickle and waffle fries. Couldn’t taste much of the Cajun spices/sauce. It was all good, though. The waffle fries were actually seasoned nicely.

After that, I had an oncology appointment. It was just a follow-up. Had it with someone I didn’t know, and she asked a lot more questions than usual. I couldn’t remember, at the time, what I take for the nausea. It was haloperidol. She said I probably need to be on something else, since it’s still pretty bad. She suggested ginger tea for now. (I do take peppermint oil candies.) I got some later that also has lemon. She thinks I have allergies, because she noticed I have red eyes and I’ve been coughing a lot lately. She suggested trying something over the counter for it. She didn’t like hearing that my headaches have gotten worse. She really wants me to get a head mri. I don’t want to do it. As it is I’m going to have scans soon. They want me to get a pet scan. I haven’t had one before. She wanted me to get some labs done afterwards. So, I got a blood draw. It was sooner than I expected to do it. Got 2 results back. My alt phos was high, but my glucose was right in the middle of normal range. The rest of it was also normal. I think the cancer marker is the only one left.

We went to Ma Façon for a snack. I had a millionaire’s bar and an iced mocha. My parent gave me some of her pastry. I gave her some of my bar. Both were good. Went to both markets and got the last things I needed for our Passover seder.

Went to Kachai Thai for dinner. Shared chicken satay. I got beef Thai fried rice. Had mango sticky rice for dessert. It was all great.

[glcarissa]

CANCER does not take away from your creativity, it just takes a little more time. ~ Gloria C Swain [1956 ...]

[redtsundere-writes]

Date 3. Drinking Tea

Simon "Ghost" Riley x Soldier!Reader

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Summary: You just want to help Ghost to stop harming himself… These aren't dates, okay?

Word Count: 1646 words.

TW: MNDI. +18. Self-harm. Smut. Possessiveness and Jealousy.

The same old nightmare. Incoherent music, cigarette stench, foam escaping from her red lips, a single breast spilled out of her dress. Going back there meant being a vulnerable 12-year-old boy again. His knees trembled, his eyes filled with tears, and he could barely breathe while his father laughed out loud. He wanted to erase it from his mind, he wanted to escape into the rain that hid his torture. 

Ghost suddenly opened his eyes and sat up on the bed to breathe again, reaching the surface before drowning. He looked around. He was at the base. Soap was snoring with one arm hanging out the bunk, Gaz was hugging his pillow and Price was grunting incoherently at the Makarov of his nightmares. He was safe. The remains of that nightmare appeared with each confused blink. He needed to get them out, and he knew a good way to do it.

Ghost shook the bunk bed again as he got up. He looked at your bed apologetically, but realized you weren't there. His mind thought the worst, and he ran out of the room to look for you in the minibar, but you weren't there. He went down to the kitchen and a small light was on. He went into it to stop you, but you were just kneeling in front of the shelf where the tea was kept.

“Good night, LT,” you greeted him in a whisper. Ghost sighed in relief. “Earl Grey or Yorkshire?” 

“Earl Grey.”

“I'll make you a cup.” You shook the two tea bags with some excitement.

“You didn't even ask me if I wanted one,” Ghost said.

“You're Brit, of course you want one,” you joked with a smile, to which he rolled his eyes.

“Couldn't sleep?” He inquired. 

“No. I guess you couldn't either.” Ghost shook his head. “Good thing you’re here and not at the gym.”

After spending so much time with Price in his office filled with reports, you had already learned how he liked his tea. You filled the kettle with water to put it on the stove. You shook the tea bag to avoid breaking the string of the bag when opening it. You poured the water and let the tea steep to finally add a splash of milk. All that was left was to add a couple of teaspoons of sugar just the way Price likes it.

“Sugar?” You asked.

“And ruin a good cup of tea? No, thanks,” Ghost replied. You couldn’t help but giggle.

“I haven’t heard that in a long time.” Ghost frowned under his balaclava. “My father used to say that every time” you commented, placing both cups on the table. 

“Used to?” Ghost inquired.

“He passed away a couple of years ago.”

You stared at the reflection in your cup. After 5 children and an unplanned pregnancy, your mother died after your birth. Even though he wasn’t the father of the year, he always tried to give his best even though he didn’t have the emotional tools to do so, since he was used to only dealing with men. He didn’t know how to do pigtails, play tea party, or what to do in shark weeks. There were few things you had in common with the rest of your family, but instead of being an intruder, you were always the princess of the house.

You smiled as you watched Ghost pull his mask up over his mouth to drink his tea, stopping under his nose. His short beard stuck out a bit, not having shaved in weeks.

“You remind me a bit of him, you know?” You commented before taking a sip of the tea. “He was kind of grumpy and strict, a tough guy.” You sighed.

“You miss him?” Ghost didn’t realize what he had asked until the words escaped his lips.

“A lot. All my brothers and I loved him very much,” you replied with a small, nostalgic smile. “We tried everything to convince him to get his lung cancer treated. It was stage 4, but there was a chance it could be cured. Do you know what he told us? ‘Leave me alone. You’re too old to cry for daddy.’”

You clenched the handle of your mug at the bittersweet memory. It was funny in retrospect, but it wasn’t at the time. It was one of the few times all the brothers got together in the house where they grew up. They all had careers, lives made, so it was rare that they could meet in life outside of Christmas or a birthday. You stayed behind while your brothers yelled at him that he was a fucking coward for not even trying to treat his cancer.

“Who do you call a fucking coward, ungrateful brats?!” Your father exploded. He tried to get up from his recliner, but his old knees wouldn't let him. “It's manly to know when to give up! My time has come, and I'm not going to die in a cold hospital when I can die right here!”

Your brothers kept shouting like only men know how to fix their problems, while you just listened with your arms crossed and your back against the wall. You knew your old man very well. He wasn't going to change his mind, he preferred to die before betraying his pride. It was a lose-lose situation. You waited for your brothers to calm down so you could order takeout. After the meal and the defeat, one by one they left to return home to their wives and children, leaving your father and you alone.

You sat on the couch next to his recliner and took his hand, bony from old age and calloused from years of hard work, to support a large family by himself. You wanted to cry knowing that you would lose the only father you had ever had, but the recent grief had left you without strength, without the energy to even shed a single tear. You stayed silent for a while while he watched the television, wondering through your thoughts and sorting out your fears.

“Everything okay at work, kid?” He asked you without taking his eyes off the evening news program.

“My entire squad died on our last mission. It seems that I will be sent to another base soon.” Your voice almost broke when you gave him the bad news.

“Weaklings.” Your father snapped angrily.

“We were intercepted, I survived by pure luck,” you denied his comment.

“No. You survived because you are my daughter and I didn’t raise any weaklings.” A small smile escaped your lips at that. “I already wrote my will. You are going to keep the house.” That you did not expect.

“I can’t accept it, Dad. This house is huge. One of my brothers and their families would do better use of it,” you explained.

“Don’t start with your bullshit! You are the princess of this house and always will be, so say, ‘thank you, Dad,’ and shut up!” He yelled.

“Thank you, Dad,” you replied obediently.

“Now, make me a nice cup of tea. It tastes better when you make them,” he scolded you.

You drank your tea, afraid of burning your tongue, but it was already at the perfect temperature. That was the last time you saw your father before you found him dead the next time you visited. Being so used to death, you weren’t scared. You called an ambulance as if it was a formal call with your former captain. While your brothers cried at the funeral, you just watched as the man who raised you, fed you, educated you, being buried with your cheeks completely dry. “You’re too old to cry for daddy now,” you thought as you watched your older brothers covering daddy with soil. 

A tear fell into the tea, a pinch of salt in the sweetness. Before you knew it, one after another, they wet your cheeks. You tried to wipe the tears as quickly as possible with the back of your hand. How embarrassing to cry in front of your lieutenant, but they kept escaping out of control. 

“Sorry, I'm trying to hold back, but I can't,” you sobbed.

“Go ahead. Don't stop. I won't tell anyone,” he promised you in a murmur.

Unintentionally, Ghost opened the faucet of the tub even more, which was overflowing with feelings that you had kept deep inside you. You hid your face in your hands to cry for your father as you should have done years ago, but you hadn't allowed yourself to. A wave of memories took you by surprise. The time he taught you how to ride your pink bike that he gifted you for your birthday. That time he forced you to join your school's baseball team because all your brothers had done it, you ended up liking it. That time your father scolded you for failing half of your classes and threatened to send you to the army if you didn't get better grades. You didn't. 

Ghost didn’t know what to do. Seeing you cry broke his heart into a thousand pieces, but he was afraid to do anything that would make you feel worse. He didn’t have to deal with what you were going through. When his father passed away for the same reason, he and his younger brother laughed out loud as soon as they heard the news. Ghost didn’t miss his father, he would never remember him in a good light. He wasn’t like you, maybe that was what he liked about you. You had so many things in common, but you would never be like him, and he hoped it would stay that way. All he could do as you drowned in your own tears was drink from his cup of tea. It was delicious enough to waste it on a ghost.

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[mochiwonz]

hi everyone :) it's been quite awhile since i last came on here. i hope you're all doing well <3 getting straight to the point, in early february i was diagnosed with stage 4 breast cancer. life has been (to say the least) crazy and i (obviously) don't feel the best. im just so grateful i got to make friends and express myself here on this app. im just trying to live life to the fullest as of right now (as much as i can), and i hope you are too ! i love you all very much xx

[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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[beecreeper]

Hey I hate to do this but this is really important to me

One of my best friends has been diagnosed with stage 4 breast cancer at age 29. She is literally practically my sister. Her kids even call my dad "Papa Patrick".

She has a gofund me for medical bills. Any help, even just sharing, would mean a lot.

[cheerfullycatholic]

Could you please pray for my mother? She was just diagnosed with stage 4 breast cancer. She jokes that it's great she found out in time to offer up any suffering during Lent, but extra prayers would be very appreciated 🙏

Of course 🖤