#Tw cancer

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[timmydraker]

Tim calls a family meeting and everyone is assuming he’s got a big case he needs help with, which is alarming for someone who refuses to admit that some cases are beyond him.

So, everyone shows up at the cave only to be ordered upstairs by Alfred. For those who only showed up to make fun of Tim for needing help, this is confusing because case work ain’t allowed upstairs.

All do them figure out quickly that this means it’s not to do with Gotham or Ref Robin, but the man behind the mask.

Bruce and Dick were there first and because Damian is always with one of them, so is he.

Steph picks up Barbara and Cass, with Duke already at home and Jason showing up at the same time as Kate and Lucius.

When they all get into the lounge room used for when people are over, just two doors down from the actual family room, they all find themselves chatting casually as they stave off their own worries or confusion. Some of them try find out if anyone knows what’s going on, but when Alfred and Barbara reveal they have no idea, they give up and make a few guesses but no more.

When Tim finally comes in after Alfred received him, he looks tired.

It’s not usual for Tim to get distracted with work and not sleep for a while, but he will conk out for hours when he decides to and wake up alright.

The bags under his eyes, the redness within them, and the way he looks close to tucking himself into a ball…

Bruce is immediately leaning forward, opening his mouth to make sure his son is okay but Tim just raised a hand to silence him. “Just… just let me speak, okay? I need to do it now or I’m not going to be able to.”

Everyone gives him a nod or look of understanding, making him twitch a smile before inhaling deeply and psyching himself up.

“I have cancer.”

…

Nobody speaks as Tim exhales shakily.

Everyone is staring wide eyed at the young man before them, who just reached the legal drinking age, and trying to asses his physical form for an understanding of what he just said. They’re all trying to gain X-ray vision to see exactly what is hurting him all while trying to convince themselves they heard him wrong.

Tim closes his eyes and speaks automatically, leaning into facts like he always does when he’s freaking out, “I noticed I was getting by more tired and fatigued around last year. My doctor said I have a low white cell count but he wasn’t alarmed as it was still in the normal range. But a few months ago I started to note that bruises were taking far too long to heal and I was getting a lot of pain around my joints and bones.”

He inhaled again, shakier than before at the same time that Alfred sits himself down with a hand over his mouth.

“It’s stage 2 and because of my lack of a spleen it’s going to be a harder process for treatment but fortunately I own a medical company so there’s that at least.” He makes a sort of joking smile that falters immediately, falling into a pulled back frown that comes with someone whose about to sob as he adds, “But it’s also aggressive so I-I don’t know how-how to-fuck-“

Dick and Cass are immediately moving off the couches they are on and catch him as he finally crumbles into himself.

Bruce is next to follow, the stoic man openly crying for the first time in years.

Jason and Damian are in shock, both frozen in place as dread takes over their minds.

Steph is looking out the window, as if staring at some kind of his or deity and demanding an expiration as to why they have to hurt her loved ones so badly. She’s crying, but it’s silent which is all the more harrowing.

Lucius places a hand on Alfred’s shoulder to comfort the elder even as he himself itches to go comfort the young boy who helped him run the company when he was at his worst.

Kate leaves the room to go call Bette, needing her mentor because this is just something she can’t handle.

Duke is sobbing into his hands as he leans into Barbara’s lap. Barbara who is clinging to him like a lifeline as she feels her world shift once again, feeling so angry and confused at how one of them could be threatened like this. Of all the ways they could go out, was it really going to be cancer?

It was a harrowing experience for all of them to remember that they were human in more than just their flesh being able to bleed and be wounded, but for it to grow sick. For it to age and attack itself.

They were human at the end of the day and Tim…

In Metropolis, Clark Kent rushed into the bathroom at his work to throw up as he heard a conversation miles away.

[gamchawizzy]

bit of a grim update but we truck on nonetheless

cw cancer talk

Long story short, emma's complications ended up being cancer. the vet said it hasn't metastasised yet so i'm hoping we still have a shot at chemo... i don't know how to process this news other than worrying about finances

she developed a random cyst out of nowhere that grew a little too fast and popped, kept bleeding everywhere... the vet had us treat it for a while with medicines but it didn't get better so, it really was the big C

i will try to get a doctor's note to show later, she's still at the vet and i just got out of work

TW GRAPHIC WOUND BELOW

Hi everyone 🥺 so sorry to do this right before the holidays but once again I am asking for help in footing some vet bills for my dogs

As some of you may know, we have 7 dogs. There was a mite outbreak in my area quite recently and they all got infected, some of them developing scabs and rashes and losing hair... I was saving up to get them all treatment but the medicine (bravecto) costs around 1300 php and I had to prioritise one of my dogs, Gaspar, because he wounded an eyeball. It's difficult for me to keep up because on top of my house bills, I have to give them all treatment at the same time, otherwise the mites come back OTL... today, my girl rottie, Emma, just gave birth out of nowhere and we weren't aware at all. I have been pushing to get her neutered but my family would not allow it as she is a senior. The puppy wants to feed but she cannot latch as Em's nips are too swollen for her. I was able to get her to latch onto one of my other smaller dogs but I can't do it for too long as the dog rejects her :,(

My family aside from my mom are also very uninvolved with pet care, and the best my mom can do is assist with feeding the dogs. I'm not sure if I can give the dogs away to better homes because I could get punished. The best I can do is give them some immediate care for now while I try to stabilise my situation

At the moment I am still working on a queue of commissions and I'm not very sure about advertising them right now, but I am very grateful for any donos - 1 usd ≈ 50 php so everything super duper helps.

If ypu'd like, you may also ask for doodles from me via my ko-fi. I'm hoping to raise around 10k-13k php so I can cover some basic medicines and vet bills. I don't even have plans to provide for the family for the holidays at this point, I just want the dogs to get better

My tip jar is

ko-fi . com/gamchawizzy

I will also attach a proper link in a reblog

Please do not feel obligated to dono if you are also in need, I am very appreciative of shares as well.

Thank you so much, love you all, happy holidays 😭💖

[asexxxualauthor]

Me: (watches Sam’s message on the CR Twitter)

My Brain Goblin: “You know, Braius showed up with a massive cut on his throat and difficulty speaking clearly…”

Me: (openly crying) “Ah, I see.”

[incorrectbatfam]

Dick: So what do you do?

Barbara: I work in genetic research and I'm currently trying to eliminate all cancers.

Dick: Wow, impressive.

Barbara: Then I'll move on to Leos.

[jabisdumb]

We love you Sammy we love you Sammy we love you Sammy we love you Sammy we love you Sammy.

Critical Role would not be the same without you Sam, we love you!

[beermelodies]

i’ve got a little update for you. since we last talked, i’m up to episode five, so just one more episode before my binge-watch is officially wrapped. i’ve got a lot of tiffs with your character, but i’ll save the word count for later. how old is the real story? did this all happen recently, or is it a bit more of a vintage tale? oh, no, i totally get it. i feel like the show has found that sweet spot of being dramatically respectful—there’s enough intrigue to keep me hooked, but it’s also super informative, especially how they dive into all the different remedies and treatments. by the way, was there a scene you had to help rework with the showrunner, or was everything pretty much set in stone? i mean, honestly, i feel like i’ve already won just by being nominated twice.

aussie media isn't for everyone, so no offense taken. i stand firm on the fact that i want to do as much aussie media as i can to bring a little more life back into it. i'm glad to hear that you've become invested in the show. it's one of those heartbreaking, yet infuriating shows that you simply cannot stop watching. the plot is very uncomfortable, but unfortunately that sort of thing happens so often, and bringing awareness to those tough situations is very important. i think just growing up and hearing the story the show was based off of was enough to draw me to the role. i'm always looking for ways to push myself as a performer, and i feel like this role definitely helped take my abilities to a whole new level. when you play a role that dabbles in terminal illness you want to be able to approach it with as much care and understand as possible, so being able to do that in a respectful manner was key for me. yes! i am so glad to hear that. if i don't see you win a grammy within the next year i might riot.

[gin-juice-tonic]

Ford has a conversation with his mom about Gravity Falls, courtesy of @tazmiilly, @divorcedfiddleford, and me

[wahoo-wahey]

it’s a coming

[undead-knick-knack]

Wishing a Sam a speedy recovery and smiley day! 💛🥹

[vyeoh]

[reasonsforhope]

I'm worried about the rising rate of young adults getting cancer.

For what it's worth, we've actually made a shocking amount of progress against cancer - especially the most common cancers like breast cancer, and especially in the past 30 years.

Cancer rates have been falling, often dramatically (x, x, x, x, x, x). One of the best examples it that breast cancer deaths in the United States dropped 58% between 1975 and 2019 (x).

Right now, we're at the beginning of an absolute revolution in cancer care that promises to increase survival rates even further. This revolution has been going on to a lesser degree since the first human genome was successfully sequenced in the early 2000s (and in fact, the first gapless sequencing of a human genome was finally finished just two years ago, in 2022), and to a greater extent since CRISPR DNA-editing technology was first successfully tested in 2013, and since medical digitzation/digital communication and vaccination were massively spurred ahead in 2020, by the COVID pandemic (x, x).

Right now, the results of this revolution are only beginning to trickle out into actual treatments. But I guarantee you, in the next one to three decades, the way we fight cancer will be massively transformed.

We're talking personalized genome sequencing for each person with cancer - not just for early and better detection, but even to figure out what types of treatments will work best. (x, x, x, x)

We're talking using CRISPR-based DNA editing to literally cut cancer-causing mutations out of your DNA, to edit the genes of immune cells to better detect and kill cancer cells, and to kill cancer-causing viruses. (x, x, x, x)

We're talking using CRISPR-based screening to figure out how chemotherapy resistance works, so that we can overcome it - and even weaponize it. (x, x)

We're talking using CRISPR to edit immune cells so that they recognize and target the mutations of a single individual's specific tumor. (x)

We're talking new types of testing that can predict if cancer will return years before it shows up on scans. (x)

We're talking using (non-generative) AI to massively increase the accuracy and earliness of cancer detection - which by the way is already starting to happen, there are several AI-based systems that detect cancer earlier and more accurately than doctors do. (x, x, x, x, x, x)

Also, the more we transition to a green, sustainable, and ethical future, the fewer cancer-causing substances will be in the environment (fossil fuels, oil drilling, and mining are massive sources of carcinogens at every point in the process).

Cancer is awful. That is a massive understatement. But the fight against cancer is one where there are so many reasons for hope.

[imtryingbuck]

Sunset

~ gif not mine credit to owner ~

Pairing: Bucky Barnes x fem!Reader

Summary: one final sunset for his love.

Word count: 1,221

Warnings: angst. cancer. death of main character!

A/N: please don’t read this if you’re uncomfortable with the warnings!

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“Come on love” Bucky chuckled as he walks into the bedroom.

“I’m coming hold on”

“Well don’t you look beautiful on this fine morning”

He’s always thought she was beautiful right from the moment he bumped into her at the coffee shop, spluttering out apologies already making his way to the counter to get her a fresh drink.

Every other day they would bump into each other, as the months passed with them making small talk he gained the courage to ask her on a date, he honestly had never been more happier in his life when she said yes.

Bucky’s heart nearly exploded when she opened her front door the night of their first date. The dress she wore fit her perfectly, emphasised her curves. For the first time in what felt like centuries he had laughed and wore a genuine smile, he truly felt like the luckiest man in the world just because he had her by his side.

The team had terrorised him when he came back with the largest smile they had ever seen on his face. Did he care? Nope.

After six dates he asked her to be his girlfriend, she said yes. Three years into the relationship he got down on one knee and asked her to marry him, she said yes. The day of the wedding he promised her that he would be by her side through the good and the bad, through sickness and in health. Promised her that he would always love her until he took his last breath.

“Stop flirting with Mr Barnes”

“I can’t help it Mrs Barnes”

“C-can you help me with my head wrap? My fingers won’t work with me today” She asks him.

“Of course my love”

Y/n had become ill a few weeks before their one year anniversary and at first she thought she was pregnant, excitingly she brought a pregnancy test just for it to say negative. It crushed her heart as they were trying to have a baby.

The night of their anniversary Bucky and Y/n were in a restaurant when she ran off to the bathroom to be sick, she had been gone for over ten minutes before Bucky flagged down a waitress and asked her to check on his wife. The waitress nodded politely and went off in the direction of the bathrooms less than two minutes later she came rushing back out, her face was pale and he grew scared.

Rushing into the bathroom he found his wife on the floor with blood on her face and in the toilet. His heart stopped. When the ambulance arrived they rushed her off to the hospital. Their family arrive shortly after Bucky had rang them. They had never heard him sound so broken or scared.

Four days after their anniversary the doctor told her that she had a brain tumour, that sadly it wasn’t removable, that they could slow it down with treatment. Y/n just nodded and smiled whilst Bucky was frozen.

They dealt with her diagnosis differently. Bucky became distant from not only her but from every one. Y/n tried to make the most of a terrible situation, she had even asked Bucky if he wanted to divorce so that he wouldn’t be held down by the burden of her illness, that had snapped him out of his mind. He swore over and over that she wasn’t a burden, that he was trying to get her help, that he was trying to fix this.

He hated that she had just accepted her fate, when she told him that she hadn’t and that she was scared to die but it wasn’t going to change the outcome.

When her hair started to fall out he kept reminding her that she was still the most beautiful woman in the world. Then the day came where she had enough of her hair falling out so she asked Bucky if he would shave it all off, and he did. The teams jaws dropped when they walked into the common room, Wanda had to run out after a few minutes of them being there, she knew her friend was dying but seeing her hair no longer there she just couldn’t stop the heavy flow of tears.

“It’s not too tight is it?” He asked as soon as he was done wrapping the head wrap.

“Nope, thank you Buck”

“You’re welcome my love, are you sure you’re up to this? It’s okay if you’re not everyone will understand.”

“I want to, it’d be nice to get the wind going through my long luxurious hair” she chuckles.

“So luxurious” he winks.

Some days were good but others were really bad. When she told Bucky that she wanted to stop her treatment he tried to get her to change her mind but when she cried that the treatment wasn’t working and was hurting her, he said okay. He didn’t want her in anymore pain and if that meant that the time he had left with her shortened then so be it.

On the days that were good she wouldn’t stop smiling or laughing, dancing along to whatever song Sam or Peter was playing. She took long walks around the compound, her and Bucky would have passionate love making. She was happy.

On the bad days she wouldn’t be able to get out of bed, being sick constantly and having accidents in bed. It took it out of her just walking from their bed to the bathroom. Tony had gotten her a wheelchair so she didn’t have to stay cooped up in their suite, she didn’t want it at first but soon felt guilty that Bucky had to carry her around. There was no more smiling or laughing coming from her, there was no more long walks unless Bucky asked if she wanted to go out in her wheelchair - sometimes she felt a little strong to do it other times she didn’t. No love making happened. She was miserable.

Today was the first day in over three weeks that she felt strong enough to go out. Y/n begged Bucky to let her go to the beach, once the team found out they wanted to go too. More the merrier she said.

“Promise me you’ll tell me you want to come back won’t you?”

“I promise handsome. Come on everyone’s probably waiting”

Laughter echoed the secluded beach, the lunch Wanda and Pepper had made was ate, they all built sandcastles with Vision being the judge.

Bucky and Y/n watched as their family splashed each other in the water, laughing at Sam when Steve snuck up behind him and dunked him under the water.

As the time wore on Sam and Nat built a small fire pit for them sit around sharing memories from their lives, drinks were shared.

“I love you James, always” she whispered.

“I love you Y/n, always” he whispered back, placing a lingering kiss on the side of her head.

Y/n was in between Bucky’s warm embrace as the sun started to set.

Steve was the first one to notice. Tears already falling from his eyes.

One by one they sat crying silently as Bucky clung on to his love tighter than ever.

He looked up to the sky, smiling softly.

“Goodnight my love, I’ll see you soon”

Tags: @imcinnamoons | @pigeonmama | @capsbestgirl77

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[icarusredwings]

Thinking about Wade collared, hands tied, blind folded, and sitting in a really dark room with his legs bound to the chair. A single light is swigging above him as from another room, he can hear screams of agony. They keep getting closer. Sounds he recognizes.

He's already puked twice on his own lap, his throat burning, his body heavy, and the broken nose he got earlier is still smoothly flowing with drips of dark blood down into his own mouth.

"...I need a hero.. Im holding out for a hero at the end of the night.. He's gotta be strong, and he's gotta be fast, and he's gotta be fresh from the fight... hmm hm hmm mmh..I need a hero!"

"Wilson!! SHUT. UP. Unless you want me to break your jaw next!" His holder says, irritated, panicked by the sounds of his co-workers' screams.

"Id ask how would I be able to say our safe word, but I honestly think you're going to need it more. Our safe word is whiskey dick. Remember that. Things are aboutta get rough."

This coming from a guy physically bound to a chair was probably the most ridiculous thing he's heard. "What did I just say!? Do you want me to stitch your fucking mouth shut?!" He hits him again in the stomach as Wade groans, coughing up some more blood onto him as he leans forward in pain.

"Ooohh.. He's not going to like that.." he moans, flinching to be hit again only for a certain SNKT noise to run through his ears. It only takes a second.

"Don't you fuckin' dare." He snarls, kicking the body away, going from panting, sniffing and growling to a steady breath of concentration, ripping the ropes and pulled off the blindfold.

"Hey, kitten." Wade smiled confidently at him, proud. "What took you so long?"

"Hey.. Tch.. You ever gonna stop getting yourself into trouble?"

He shook his head, smiling. "Nu-uh."

"Mmh.." Clipping the collar off, Logan threw it across the room, taking his cheek in his hand. "You okay?"

"Now that you're here!... But don't kiss me yet!! I have to brush my tee-"

Putting his head back, Logan kisses him widely, like a starving jungle cat taking a chunk out of a freshly killed gazelle that he had to work hard to catch. Licking the blood off his lips, the beast settled with a smirk as Wade giggled, pushing his face away from him playfully, only for his hands to be grabbed as he picks him up, princess style.

"You little freak!" He teased, knowing stomach acid did NOT make for good kisses.

"Hey, I'm not the one with the boner, Bub."