#Tw cancer

[onlytiktoks]

[destielmemenews]

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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.

[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!

[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.

[onlytiktoks]

[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."

[bisexualseraphim]

Anyway regardless of how you feel about the Royals, even if you’re like me and think they’re all parasites, here are some things to remember:

The UK taxpayer is funding Kate’s high-end treatments whilst millions of citizens are on years-long NHS waiting lists for their own treatments and waiting hours upon hours to be seen in A&E when they’ve had a severe incident; so much money that could be going towards funding the NHS properly is instead going to the Royals. Kate is very likely going to be perfectly fine. Millions of regular tax-paying UK citizens will not.

HOWEVER. Kate isn’t going to see your memes making fun of her on tumblr dot com — but other people whom have suffered because of cancer will. If common decency won’t stop you from posting crab rave GIFs celebrating the illness of a mother to three young children, hopefully the chance of someone else with cancer or with a friend or relative with cancer seeing it will.

Seriously does no one else think Kensington’s PR nightmare is kind of fucked up like the fact they were so Weird about all this and let a sick woman in their “family” take all the blame for their shitty Photoshop skills. Royalist stan blogs I’ve seen you on here and I ask you: is THAT not some kind of indication as to how fucking evil they are if absolutely nothing else is. Please tell me you’ve seen the light by now I can’t cope anymore

[the-sappho-of-lesbos]

Source- Long Time Passing: Lives of Older Lesbians , edited by March Adelman PH.D

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FINISHED CHEMOTHERAPY AND MY LAST SEMESTER OF COLLEGE 🗣️‼️🔥‼️🔥‼️🔥‼️🗣️‼️🔥‼️🗣️🔥🗣️🗣️