#cancer parent

[medullomama]

The night nurse that wants to give Z meds by his NG tube needs to stop.

I do all his NG care, I know how he likes things done in relation to it. Even putting meds in needs to be done a certain way so he doesn't feel like he's choking on it.

The nurse pushed a whole syringe of air into his tube quite forcefully, this is a big no for him and causes massive nausea. He woke up from a very peaceful sleep screaming because it hurt. Then she pushed his meds too fast.

He had to sit up for like 20 minutes before he could go back to sleep. He burped violently 3 times, almost vomiting with each burp because of the air forced into his tummy.

I wish the nurses would look at his chart better and see that even through the night I will do anything related to the NG.

Just because other parents rely so heavily on the nurses to do everything for them doesn't mean we're all that way.

[atlasblue85]

the face of a man who cannot handle learning anymore lore about his insane coworkers

[disgruntledexplainer]

There is a 2-year-old kid at my church who just got leukemia. Please pray for him.

[stagefoureddiediaz]

Something something about Buck getting to be the big brother he never had to Ravi…

[tricoufamily]

kit and willoughby book side characaters kit and willoguhby book side charactesr

[paperstorm]

Meetings and Partings

Rating: Mature Warning: Owen Strand's Death Tags: future fic, grief/mourning, emotional hurt/comfort, found family, romance, canon compliant, non-explicit sex, mentions of cancer

Summary: 20 years later, after time and life have drifted the 126 apart from each other, they reunite in Manhattan to attend Owen’s funeral; to say goodbye to the first departed member of their family and remember why they became a family in the first place.

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“Hi baby,” TK says.

Carlos’s crinkled eyes shine and he reaches for TK as he steps inside, folding him into a tight embrace. He smells just like he always does, masculine deodorant and laundry soap and his sweet natural scent, and TK burrows into him. They’ve only been apart a few days but it’s longer than TK ever likes to be away from him, even when times are good. So many people in their lives have affectionately teased them for how clingy they are, how even after so many years together they’d rather sit and do nothing beside each other than do almost anything with anyone else.

Carlos is his best friend, he always has been. TK laughs along when they’re teased and knows it comes from a place of love, but it’s truer than even they know. He always wants Carlos within reaching distance and never feels quite right when he’s too far away.

They hold each other just inside the doorway for so long that TK wonders if seasons change around them, Carlos stroking the back of his head with his nose pressed against TK’s ear. Eventually, Carlos quietly says, “I’m turning 50 this year. Am I still ‘baby’?”

Smiling, TK kisses Carlos’s neck and tells him, “You’ll always be my baby.”

Carlos presses kisses to the side of his face and then leans back to look at him. He holds TK’s face in his hands, brushes his thumb over his temples where his hair has gone grey.

“You wanna graduate to a more mature nickname now that you’re an old man?” TK jokes.

Carlos smiles back at him, bright as the sun despite the shine of melancholy still in his endless dark eyes. “No. And I’m not old, yet. Not like you.”

Laughing, TK tilts his chin forward to ask for a kiss and Carlos, as always, meets him in the middle. Their lips brush and then their foreheads connect, TK’s hands curling around Carlos’s thick waist and keeping him close.

“How are you doing?” he asks softly.

TK sniffs. “I don’t know. We knew it was coming. It wasn’t sudden and tragic in the way that your dad was.”

“Or your mom.”

“Or my mom,” TK nods. Life has been good for long enough that sometimes it’s hard to put himself back into a time when the hits rarely seemed to stop coming. There was a sweetness to it, mixed in with all the tragedy, because he and Carlos got through it hand-in-hand. That doesn’t mean TK’s welcoming the return of loss to his life. He takes an unsteady breath and whispers, “But he was still my dad.”

“I know,” Carlos soothes.

Read the rest on AO3

Author's note:  I attended a funeral a few weeks ago for someone I have known since childhood who died of cancer, and one part of the lovely service really struck me – a recorded conversation between her and her son about her famous Caesar salad recipe. It was a family favorite and something she made for over 40 years for all types of occasions, and a recipe she’d passed on to countless people – her children, her friends, her siblings, and who knows how many people they all passed it on to in return. Her son spoke of the power of a legacy, even when it’s something as simple as salad dressing, and how we all touch people’s lives in unintentional ways and leave a mark on this earth that’s bigger than we even know. Half because the Tarlos brain worms are real, and half because writing helps me process things sometimes, I spun up this little story as both a tribute to her and also to these incredible characters who have left marks on all of us who love them <3

[causalityparadoxes]

people acting like its some terrible shame that anyone was speculating about Kate Middleton's whereabouts now we know its cancer. Oh shame for ever making fun of shitty photoshop jobs, don't you know she has cancer??

Nah mate. She married into a rich and powerful family thats been leeching of the British public and wider world for decades, centuries even. She is going to be given top treatment, probably at the expense of others. Hell despite the cock up they kept her out of the public eye for months so that's not a big stress either.

I'm sure it sucks for her and her rich spawn. I might even say I feel bad for the younger kids. I dont wish cancer on anyone but Charles etc, etc.

But lets not act like she's some poor single mother waiting on the NHS. Struggling on benefits or struggling to work while on chemo. Trying to feed her kids during cost of living crisis. Trying to just find time to be with them.

Kate has all the money in the world, her kids are in top schools with lots of rich relatives. They could easily be taken out of school and taught by top tutors to be more flexible with her health. She will likely be fine. And even if she isn't? She'll have had the best chance out of anyone. She would have the most comfort possible and people around her until the end.

So no. I literally do not care. I have no guilt or grief over memeing the every loving fuck out of a PR cockup by a bunch of royal leeches. To act like I should is absolute bollocks.

[astrolovecosmos]

Demeter: Bond Between Mother and Child

The asteroid Demeter (1108) has a focus on the protectiveness and intense emotions and instincts associated with motherhood. May have slight a focus on mother-daughter relationships, but this can still be looked at through the lens of any parent-child relationship. It can embody what you are willing to do for your child.

Demeter in Aries: A fiercely protective and assertive mother figure, embodying a warrior-like instinct when it comes to safeguarding and providing for children. Has a proactive nurturing, where the mothering/parenting role is driven by action, independence, and a readiness to fight for loved ones. Shows love through bold, hands-on care, prioritizing children's needs with strong leadership. Can be impatient and impulsive with children, their anger being the main tool they use to protect and guide which has its power and problems.

Demeter in Taurus: Likely patient, consistent, and stable in their nurturing instincts. Their mothering/parenting instinct can also be very strong and come naturally. This placement emphasizes the importance of providing material security, comfort, and a nurturing home environment. They can be possessive and determined in how they protect and sacrifice for their children. Demeter is associated with Earth and it is debated whether she is connected to Taurus or Virgo. Causing a famine and disaster to get her child back.

Demeter in Gemini: Is engaging, communicative, and playful in their bond with their child. They foster mental growth, encouraging learning, conversation, and versatility in their children. May allow their children plenty of freedom and may not seem traditionally protective. However they will use their intellect, flexibility, and swiftness to protect their children. May struggle with inconsistency or spreading themselves too thin in efforts to provide. Always open to a good or new idea from those they trust or their own children.

Demeter in Cancer: Has deep, powerful mothering/parenting instincts. They focus on creating a safe, loving, and comforting home. Demeter in Cancer is highly sensitive to the emotional needs of their children, offering unconditional care, empathy, and close emotional bonding. They can be overprotective with a passion and intensity that rivals Demeter herself. Can be clingy and won't hesitate to use manipulation if they think it is for the best.

Demeter in Leo: Expresses a nurturing style that is proud, generous, and infused with warmth and creativity. Instinct is focused on instilling confidence, individuality, and a sense of personal pride in their children. Provides through attention, affection, and encouraging self-expression, often taking on a leadership role in their family and shining as a central figure in their lives. I have read this placement as "taking their parenting duties or protection too far", but can you really take things "too far" or "too extreme" for your children? Maybe their overbearing side can manifest negatively. May seek validation from their family or outsiders for being a parent.

Demeter in Virgo: Focuses greatly on nurturing the health and minds of their children. Will go to great lengths to provide. Shows mothering/parenting instincts through acts of service, offering practical solutions and care, and by being thoughtful. Strives for the best for their family. Can be critical and negative at times to their kids. In the myth with Persephone it describes Demeter's great worry and frantic destruction searching for her daughter, on par with Virgo's famous engulfing worry. Even a Virgo mother will sacrifice their devotion and duties for their children.

Demeter in Libra: Teaches their children cooperation and fairness. Nurtures by encouraging diplomacy, emotional balance, and strong social connections, often prioritizing children's social wellbeing and sense of justice. Provides through emotional support and creating a sense of unity, though they may sometimes struggle with indecision or placing too much emphasis on maintaining harmony at the expense of addressing deeper emotional needs.

Demeter in Scorpio: Will be intensely protective but also loving. Has a mothering/parenting instinct marked by loyalty and a powerful drive to shield loved ones from harm, both emotionally and physically. Demeter in Scorpio provides through profound emotional connection, often diving deep into their children's inner worlds to understand and guide them through life's challenges. Nurtures with unwavering devotion, but may struggle with possessiveness or control, as their protective instincts can sometimes verge on being overwhelming or secretive in their efforts to safeguard family.

Demeter in Sagittarius: This mother or parent nurtures their children's independence, curiosity, and maybe passion. They may be most protective over the information and beliefs their children are exposed to. Their instincts may feel ancient, natural, and impulsive. When it comes to protecting their family they take the approach of empowering their children. Teaching them to be strong and encourages developing resilience via experience. They can at times have a temper, be highly hands-off, or lack emotional closeness or reassurance.

Demeter in Capricorn: Is focused on security, providing, and boundaries. This placement emphasizes care through structure, practical support, and ensuring their family has the resources and stability they need to survive and succeed. Their nurturing comes through actions rather than words, offering a reliable, steady presence, though they may sometimes struggle with being emotionally cold or overly stern.

Demeter in Aquarius: Will make an effort to appreciate, recognize, and/or truly get to know their child on an individual level. May have some sort of unconventional bond with their children. Maybe they act more as a friend or advisor or maybe they give them advice that isn't common or raise them in a way not inline with their society. Demeter in Aquarius protects by teaching loved ones to be self-focused and adaptable in the face of societal changes. They often support their children in pursuing their ideals, causes, passions, or callings. They can be emotionally detached, unaffectionate, or hard to understand.

Demeter in Pisces: Highlights a mothering/parenting instinct rooted in emotional connection, spiritual care, and a strong sense of empathy for their family's feelings and needs. Demeter in Pisces protects by creating a safe, loving, and emotionally supportive environment, often acting as a healer or emotional anchor for loved ones. May sometimes struggle with boundaries or become overwhelmed by family's emotional needs, as their instinct to care can lead to self-sacrifice or overextension.

[lunaapudleonem]

Placements in the natal chart that indicate having a good/close relationship with your parents 🌸

Jupiter in the 4th house

Ceres in the 4th house

Sun sextile/trine Moon

Moon sextile/trine/conjunct Ceres

Sun sextile/trine/conjunct Ceres

Rules of the 4th house positively aspected

4th house in Taurus, Cancer or Libra

Moon sextile/trine Venus

Sun sextile/trine Venus

Stellium in the 4th house (but without malicious planets like Uranus, Mars, Pluto, Neptune or Saturn)

Vesta in the 4th house

Saturn positively aspected

Vesta trine/sextile/conjunct Moon

Vesta trine/sextile/conjunct Sun

Moon in Cancer or Taurus

Dm me for a natal chart reading !! 💕

[sleepyc63]

-> warrior cats: a starless clan (finale) spoilers!

self indulgent frostdawn anthro/modern au design :D i have some thoughts for how her story would go, tho i’m not sure if i'll make this into a series (since i still need to finish the rw ones..)

extra info under cut! tw for abuse, manipulation, death of loved ones. i changed the timeline a bit, and wrote some potentially triggering topics into the story to match the dramatic events of the original. please, be careful!!

To start, i should clarify my interpretation of a modern wc au, specifically the naming system and what that changes here. 'Kits are 0-8 yrs old, 'Paws are 9-17, and warrior names are given at 18 and onward. Each name change requires the cat to graduate their level of school, so cats that are held back would be given their names later.

Frostkit would be the firstborn kit to her parents Jayclaw and Curlfeather, her siblings (Graykit, Mistkit) were born two years after her. Her father died from complications caused by cancer when she was 4. She was brought up religious and has a very strong faith in StarClan.

Frostkit was always smart, getting straight As throughout her childhood. Frostpaw became interested in medicine in her tween years, and her mother encouraged her, seeing opportunity in her kit's success.

When Frostpaw was 12, she and Curlfeather were involved in a car accident, and Curlfeather died. Frostpaw and her siblings were adopted by their grandmother, Duskfur. Frostpaw struggled with not only the grief of losing both her parents so young, but also the survivor's guilt that came with surviving the car crash.

Splashpaw, a childhood 'friend' of Frostpaw's that had continually made advances on Frostpaw when they were young, saw the opportunity to coerce the grief-stricken Frostpaw into a relationship with him. Frostpaw, lonely and desperate for some kind of affection, accepted.

Splashpaw was... awful, to say the least. Me was manipulative, obsessive, and really only used Frostpaw for validation, and eventually (if they stayed together long enough): money. Their relationship came to an end when they had a massive fight about Frostpaw going off to college in another state. He slashed Frostpaw's throat, leaving her comatose for weeks and in physical recovery for months. Frostpaw, obviously, cut all contact and Splashtail probably went to jail (idc about him he can go wherever)

Despite her setbacks, she graduated high school at the top of her class and earned her 'warrior' name: Frostdawn. She recently started college at her dream school, and she's roommates with another med student: Whistlebreeze! (and yes, they are crushing on each other. go you funky little lesbians!!)

Even if her life seems to be getting better, Frostdawn still struggles with the trauma of her childhood, as well as the physical & mental scars given by Splashtail. she's on the path to recovery, but these things take time; she's more than wiling to move on, when she's ready. in the meantime, she has a strong support system to help her on her bad days. :)

ily frostdawn <33

[itsriotmotherfuckers]

Sirius smokes. Remus sits outside to talk to him while he does it. James follows them out and blows bubbles just to hang out with them. Peter follows James out and watches the smoke and bubbles.

[ash-rigby]

My dad's been moved to hospice

Back in October I made a post talking about my dad's terminal cancer diagnosis and haven't said much since but I find with the bigger developments it helps me to just blurt it out in writing somewhere. We did everything in our power to make sure that he was able to stay home for as long as possible given how much he struggled mentally even during just a two-week hospital stint at the beginning of all this. Being home was just the best place for him while he was far more aware than he is now (the tumour is at a fairly advanced stage and it's in his brain so you can imagine), and we were provided with resources to ensure his comfort. The PSW support we had was amazing but eventually, even with that support, his care got to be too much for my mom and I to properly handle and we knew it would be better for his quality of life to have 24/7 professional care be prioritized. Even he in a currently rare moment of lucidity told us he was ready for it, so we went forward with the move. The hospice is a beautiful place; quiet, gentle, supportive. Everyone I've interacted with there has been very kind. I feel good about it being where he will spend whatever time he has left.

[cillianmurphysdimples]

I miss my Dad today.

It's coming up to horse racing season, and the Grand National. My Dad was an avid studier of his racing and calculated every eventuality before laying his bets on the horses. My sister and I would wade in with a 50p each way bet on a horse we liked the name of and so often came away richer than he did!

Last year, on my birthday, he had gone out with my Mum and I was watching the races he'd left on. Out of curiosity and for the craic, I laid a bet on a horse I took a shine to from the name. £2.50 I think was my bet. I came away with £15 and my Dad didn't get a single penny! He was disgusted (affectionately) and it made me laugh because he wouldn't shut up about it for weeks. He brought us all out for dinner that evening - him, me, my Mum and my two boys, because it was my birthday.

This year there's no craic to be had over the horses, no Dad to beat in betting wins, no Dad around for my birthday next week.

And I miss him so much.

My Mum told me, a few weeks ago, when I tried explaining how numb I feel that my life hasn't changed since his passing. I think she meant my day to day, but that isn't what she said. She told me the same thing, too, when my granddad died when I was 15 - and that man was my best friend. I suspect she meant what she said. But she is so wrong. My life isn't the same, and it won't be the same again. The man who chose me when I was 18 months old, the man who raised me, the man who provided for me, is not here anymore. How could my life not have changed? He's gone. And it hurts.

But, when the GN comes around next month, I'm gonna place a bet. I'll place two. One for him, one for me. See who wins!

[byjove]

Ms. Rachel posting a funding campaign for kids in Gaza and then a video wishing everyone a happy Pride. Back to back. World’s bravest soldier. I salute her.

[lightofraye]

In Memoriam

Before I proceed, I want to put warnings--content/trigger warnings. In this post, there will be references to cancer (also, fuck cancer), death, biological processes, grief/loss.

When we think of cancer, when we speak of it, I've noticed often times the phrase "evil", "monster", or some other dark term is used. Because it seems to be such a merciless, cruel thing to happen to people. It seems to strike without reason, taking the best and worst of us, young or old....

Today marks 18 years since my mother passed away from cervical cancer. She didn't have to die, not really. In a way, she chose to.

You see, my mother had an intense mistrust of "mainstream" medicine. I'm not sure where it came from, honestly. It was... it was a slow conversion. She kept turning to alternative means to treat problems, mainly our day-to-day diet (lord, we went vegan, Atkins-like before Atkins was widely known anyway), and various other kinds to "cure" our ailments, never accepting that some things can't be fixed by diet alone!). Then she kind of went off the deep end....

When she learned she had serious fibroids, she decided to try different "healing" creams to balance out her hormones, convinced it'd "dissolve" the fibroids. When she began to have heavy, intense bleeding, she chalked it up to the fibroids and not other issues.

Such as an abnormal pap smear test result... that she never followed up on.

It'd continue for years.

She even turned to an alternative doctor who told her yes, he saw the fibroids... but he also saw some seriously bad stuff. This doctor told my mother to go see her ob-gyn and get this checked out.

She wouldn't... up until she collapsed from the heavy bleeding in a grocery store bathroom stall. She finally turned to mainstream medicine, got it checked, got the biopsy....

It was Stage 2 cervical cancer.

She was referred to an oncologist. He, of course, brought up chemo and radiation. She refused, wanting to try alternative treatments first. He accused her of having a death wish (I was there, I wish I was joking!). He basically burned that bridge with that approach.

I can't help but think that... if he had said "Okay, I'll work with you. How about we monitor the cancer as you try it for a couple of months? If there's no improvement, will you try chemo and radiation then?"

Maybe she would've accepted it. I don't know.

So she turned to "mistletoe extract" injections. For a little bit, it looked like it was working. She was doing better.

Then... she developed increasing pain in her right leg. The doctor who originally told her to go see her ob-gyn stressed to her it was likely her cancer growing and getting worse. She didn't listen.

Then... she had increasing pain. Increasing issues. She got thinner... paler. She was so stubborn. There's numerous trips to the ER where they just prescribed her pain killers and sent her on her way. It took a referral to a specialist (I can't remember what they handled, maybe a different oncologist?)... and the blunt message.

"You're terminal."

I wept. My mother... she was just resigned. She transferred to home hospice care. She didn't want to die in a strange building. So my elder brother and I--we were living with her at the time--took turns caring for her.

She stopped eating. Stopped drinking. She's put on IV fluids and a kind of controlled dilaudid treatment. One night... it's as if she's aware. Her mind was going. She said her final goodbyes.

Then it's just her shell, her body, for two and a half weeks, that lingers, stubbornly. I'm the only one who was there who witnessed her last passage, the "death throes".

February 8, 2007. Just a few weeks shy of my 27th birthday.

She never got to see me graduate from college. She never got to see me married.... or divorced. She never saw me become a mother. She never saw me become a survivor, a fighter. So many things.

I have her eyes, I'm told. A deep brown with a starburst iris. My son has those eyes too. I resemble her greatly, I'm told. I don't have her curly hair... or her thinner nose.

Instead, she gave me her creativity, her love of art and writing. She loved books and reading. She loved cats as well, which I definitely inherited.

She had a lot of regrets... and sorrows.

I don't know if there is an afterlife. My relationship with God (or the Divine or whatever you want to call it) is complicated, to say the least. If there is, I hope I see her... and have the conversations we never had but should've while she was alive.

I miss you, mom. So very much.

[just-call-me-moran]

I am so normal about these two men. Like completely normal.