The "Fuck you cancer!" thread

Sigh...I feel slightly silly posting this...But as I write, I am listening to the very last broadcast of The Vinyl Cafe...A Canadian radio show hosted by a fabulous story teller named Stuart McClean. It is the last broadcast because he died this week of cancer at the age of 68. A real loss.

When I heard the news of his death this week, at the end of a particularly long and hard day, I, rather uncharacteristically, burst into tears.

FYC. FYC. FYC. FYC. FYC.

*stamping my feet in frustration...Beating my fists against the sky*

It is surprising to me, at times, just what sill cuts right through to the quick...I find my eyes welling up. Sorry for the loss. Fuck You Cancer!!!!
 
All of the trials we face are not of cancer's doing. A week ago, after climbing 3 flights of stairs (something I do several times daily) I found myself very short of breath. The long and the short of it is, that I had 3 coronary occlusions and ended having 3 stents put in, clearing the blockages. I feel great, but can't exercise (beyond walking) for two weeks. Even though it is all a huge pain in the derriere, if i hadn't gotten short of breath, they would not have discovered the three blockages (90%, 85% & 75%) and much worse things could have happened down the road. The point is...sometimes our luck runs good not bad and I am thankful for that! FUCK YOU CANCER!!!
 
All of the trials we face are not of cancer's doing. A week ago, after climbing 3 flights of stairs (something I do several times daily) I found myself very short of breath. The long and the short of it is, that I had 3 coronary occlusions and ended having 3 stents put in, clearing the blockages. I feel great, but can't exercise (beyond walking) for two weeks. Even though it is all a huge pain in the derriere, if i hadn't gotten short of breath, they would not have discovered the three blockages (90%, 85% & 75%) and much worse things could have happened down the road. The point is...sometimes our luck runs good not bad and I am thankful for that! FUCK YOU CANCER!!!

Well DAMN! Glad to read that it was caught and recovery looks grid. :D
 
An in law. Who caused a lot of misery for my husband and I in the early days of our marriage. Who has complexes about the different choices people make and lives comfortably in judgement in a glass house I have at times felt sorely tempted to throw stones at, but we all have st least a conservatory, right?

So I have not. This relative has decided to have treatment in the country we live ( bizarre imo) as I do not work outside of the home and am doing better. In itself this causes issues as G has said but I do work on the home and am tied here, so cannot be in a city some distance away, and it should in any case have been discussed with us, not expected.

I feel ok helping some, but am not able to commit to full time help. I would go twice a week. I have to consider my health to, and my commitments here, and twice a week is feasible. On my return.

This person has three children, ( one of whom not working), adult grandchildren. I feel it's odd to expect of me unless as some kind of peace motive. Good boundaries make great relationships of distance I think though.

I feel it's difficult to involve emotion in such health care ( not mine, there is none, but that of the actual damily). I have not yet researched the type of cancer but my unread belief is it is a fairly malevolent type

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Good luck sorting this all out. Do what is best for you and your family! :rose:
 
Fuck it, my Mum's cancer has come back. The stem cell treatment last year didn't...stick, apparently. So she starts chemo again this week.

I am sad. She is sad too. I can't imagine how Dad feels.

Fuck cancer.
 
Fuck it, my Mum's cancer has come back. The stem cell treatment last year didn't...stick, apparently. So she starts chemo again this week.

I am sad. She is sad too. I can't imagine how Dad feels.

Fuck cancer.

I'm very sorry your family has to face this again! It just sucks! FUCK YOU CANCER!!!
 
All of the trials we face are not of cancer's doing. The point is...sometimes our luck runs good not bad and I am thankful for that! FUCK YOU CANCER!!!

***scot, I'm so happy you recognized the SOB as a problem and were able get things addressed quickly. No exercise for two weeks is much better than the other option! Please rest and take care of yourself.

We need and love having you right here with us. Be well. :rose:


I feel ok helping some, but am not able to commit to full time help. I would go twice a week. I have to consider my health to, and my commitments here, and twice a week is feasible.

**This is being caught between the preverbial rock and a hard place. Do what you can to help if that is what you wish to do. If not, say no. It's not your obligation to fulfill and this person sounds as if they have close family who could care for him/her.

Good luck and best wishes for a not too painful experience. :rolleyes: This person doesn't sound like a fun person to be around and being ill will only multiple that issue.

Fuck it, my Mum's cancer has come back. The stem cell treatment last year didn't...stick, apparently. So she starts chemo again this week.

I am sad. She is sad too. I can't imagine how Dad feels.

Fuck cancer.

**So very sorry for you and your family LucyB...that's painful to deal with in more ways than one. I wish you and your Mum the best of all possibilities. Thoughts and prayers being sent right now. :rose:

Thoughts and prayers to everyone dealing with health issues or caring for loved ones with health issues. Stay strong and enjoy each day as it comes. Peace. :rose:
 
All of the trials we face are not of cancer's doing. A week ago, after climbing 3 flights of stairs (something I do several times daily) I found myself very short of breath. The long and the short of it is, that I had 3 coronary occlusions and ended having 3 stents put in, clearing the blockages. I feel great, but can't exercise (beyond walking) for two weeks. Even though it is all a huge pain in the derriere, if i hadn't gotten short of breath, they would not have discovered the three blockages (90%, 85% & 75%) and much worse things could have happened down the road. The point is...sometimes our luck runs good not bad and I am thankful for that! FUCK YOU CANCER!!!

So sorry you are recovering from heart surgery Babe...stay strong and keep moving forward. I am praying for you...
 
Fuck it, my Mum's cancer has come back. The stem cell treatment last year didn't...stick, apparently. So she starts chemo again this week.

I am sad. She is sad too. I can't imagine how Dad feels.

Fuck cancer.

Lucy, my heart goes to you and your Dad. :rose:


I feel it's difficult to involve emotion in such health care

Boundaries are a tough thing when it comes to family and, especially illness. :rose:


On the ALS front - the creator of SpongeBob has ALS. It's estimated 30,000 people have ALS - so it's rare. It just doesn't feel that rare anymore.

http://www.nydailynews.com/entertai...nburg-reveals-als-diagnoses-article-1.2997426


On our personal front - am now dealing with issues of dementia / delusion. He had this in the fall, caused by a urinary tract infection. It took over a month to clear it up. Now, no UTI. They've checked other things - to no avail. The confusion and hallucinations continue. I've been told that this isn't an end of life issue. About 25% of people with ALS get a form of dementia. No one seems to be able to tell me why this is happening.

It's such a weird thing. He will think things like he spent the weekend in Las Vegas at the Trump show. Where everyone dressed like Trump and sang?? When I ask him about it, he'll say he knows he hasn't left his room but it was real and it was a great time.

While I'm happy - in an odd way - his brain is taking him away from the terrible reality of his day to day, because he forgets he's sick. But then it's this awful Groundhog Day several times a day. Why can't he get up? Why can't he move? Why won't I take him out of this place?? And then he remembers, for a brief moment, he's sick. And my heart breaks a little more every single time.

I cannot imagine dealing with dementia on a long-term basis. Blessings to all of you who are in that place.
 
You just are strong now. There will be a later when you don't have to be. You have to tell your heart, no breaking right now. I have this day; it may be good, it may be poor, but it is as it is and I will put aside the poor and rejoice in the good.
As a wife, you don't have the luxury of showing weakness to your husband.
Something in his life has to be steady and positive and totally loving. That is you.
It comes with the vows, and your word of honor.
It is not easy, and it will be much harder.
You can do this, you are strong enough. The strength is inside you, and you will be amazed and amazing at what you can do under adversity.
You have my heart with you.
 
Lucy, my heart goes to you and your Dad. :rose:




Boundaries are a tough thing when it comes to family and, especially illness. :rose:


On the ALS front - the creator of SpongeBob has ALS. It's estimated 30,000 people have ALS - so it's rare. It just doesn't feel that rare anymore.

http://www.nydailynews.com/entertai...nburg-reveals-als-diagnoses-article-1.2997426


On our personal front - am now dealing with issues of dementia / delusion. He had this in the fall, caused by a urinary tract infection. It took over a month to clear it up. Now, no UTI. They've checked other things - to no avail. The confusion and hallucinations continue. I've been told that this isn't an end of life issue. About 25% of people with ALS get a form of dementia. No one seems to be able to tell me why this is happening.

It's such a weird thing. He will think things like he spent the weekend in Las Vegas at the Trump show. Where everyone dressed like Trump and sang?? When I ask him about it, he'll say he knows he hasn't left his room but it was real and it was a great time.

While I'm happy - in an odd way - his brain is taking him away from the terrible reality of his day to day, because he forgets he's sick. But then it's this awful Groundhog Day several times a day. Why can't he get up? Why can't he move? Why won't I take him out of this place?? And then he remembers, for a brief moment, he's sick. And my heart breaks a little more every single time.

I cannot imagine dealing with dementia on a long-term basis. Blessings to all of you who are in that place.

Bless you cookie.

And my thoughts are with you.
My parents had to cope with one of my grandmothers getting dementia and the gradual deterioration. It was heart breaking sometimes. Tough times.
 
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You just are strong now. There will be a later when you don't have to be. You have to tell your heart, no breaking right now. I have this day; it may be good, it may be poor, but it is as it is and I will put aside the poor and rejoice in the good.

You can do this, you are strong enough. The strength is inside you, and you will be amazed and amazing at what you can do under adversity.
You have my heart with you.


*What a perfect summary "TheOldWidow" has shared. It is what it is and it can always be worse. NEVER doubt that. I've had the thought "it can't get worse" and I've been proved VERY wrong!

cookie, cumslt, Elle, Lucy, and everyone,

Be strong, stay strong, and live for the moment...it's all we really have. There are no promises of tomorrow. There are no promises of later. We have now and that needs to be the best now we can make it. Embrace what it brings, as TheOldWidow said, "rejoice in the good."

I received horribly sad news today. Cancer is winning it's battle with a friend :heart: of mine. I hurt for him. I truly hurt...again...or still...or more.

Lit is like a band aid at these times.
 
You just are strong now. There will be a later when you don't have to be. You have to tell your heart, no breaking right now. I have this day; it may be good, it may be poor, but it is as it is and I will put aside the poor and rejoice in the good.
As a wife, you don't have the luxury of showing weakness to your husband.
Something in his life has to be steady and positive and totally loving. That is you.
It comes with the vows, and your word of honor.
It is not easy, and it will be much harder.
You can do this, you are strong enough. The strength is inside you, and you will be amazed and amazing at what you can do under adversity.
You have my heart with you.

Eloquently stated....and true! :rose::rose:
 
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*What a perfect summary "TheOldWidow" has shared. It is what it is and it can always be worse. NEVER doubt that. I've had the thought "it can't get worse" and I've been proved VERY wrong!

cookie, cumslt, Elle, Lucy, and everyone,

Be strong, stay strong, and live for the moment...it's all we really have. There are no promises of tomorrow. There are no promises of later. We have now and that needs to be the best now we can make it. Embrace what it brings, as TheOldWidow said, "rejoice in the good."

I received horribly sad news today. Cancer is winning it's battle with a friend :heart: of mine. I hurt for him. I truly hurt...again...or still...or more.

Lit is like a band aid at these times.

It seems that it is a neverending battle. We get to an age (and i am definitely there) where we deal with our cancer, a family member's cancer or a friend's and it just goes on...and on! Sorry for your pain Apple *big hug*:rose::rose::rose:
 
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*What a perfect summary "TheOldWidow" has shared. It is what it is and it can always be worse. NEVER doubt that. I've had the thought "it can't get worse" and I've been proved VERY wrong!

cookie, cumslt, Elle, Lucy, and everyone,

Be strong, stay strong, and live for the moment...it's all we really have. There are no promises of tomorrow. There are no promises of later. We have now and that needs to be the best now we can make it. Embrace what it brings, as TheOldWidow said, "rejoice in the good."

I received horribly sad news today. Cancer is winning it's battle with a friend :heart: of mine. I hurt for him. I truly hurt...again...or still...or more.

Lit is like a band aid at these times.

Thanks Apple...I agree life is short and we should enjoy each and every day to the fullest. This is what causes me to push myself even on "bad" days to just go and do...My children are grown but they are my life and they keep me young...lol.

I am so sorry to hear that this cellfucker is winning again and I will keep your friend in my prayers...

Sorry that you hurt again sweet girl...You can always pm me if you need to talk or vent...or anything else...
Stay strong my friend.
 
No even going to go there... You've made my dad into a shell of a man I fucking HATE you.. I want my dad back 😢😢😢😢😢😢😢😢😢😢😢

Fuck fuck fuck argghh

G X
 
To all the loves and lives here on this thread and those rippled out from the stories shared here, huge hugs and gentle comforts to you. In a more selfish voice, it seems my heart can't travel in any direction these days without being impacted by the battle with the big C, so I just needed to pop in and say it~

FYC!!!
 
My sweet wonderful friends.
For all the ones that are affected by the Big C, hugs and all my love:heart:.
I have been doing so great, till horrible pain started a few days ago. The left breast side is so painful, under my arm, under my breast. Its to the point that i m in pain every breath i take. So this afternoon, a talk with my breast surgeon and oncologist.
I so hope its chronic pain from the surgeries, chemo, radiation. But honestly for the first time I m scarred to death....just hoping I m wrong.
Right now my positive thoughts are far away, and thats so not me.
Writing this helps, because I know that so many of you are far worse off than me.
I know one thing, FYC, what ever happens I won't ever stop fighting YOU.
You won't get me, you won't get me down, I will keep silly, and loving life, whatever is in store for me.
:kiss::heart::rose::kiss:
 
My sweet wonderful friends.
For all the ones that are affected by the Big C, hugs and all my love:heart:.
I have been doing so great, till horrible pain started a few days ago. The left breast side is so painful, under my arm, under my breast. Its to the point that i m in pain every breath i take. So this afternoon, a talk with my breast surgeon and oncologist.
I so hope its chronic pain from the surgeries, chemo, radiation. But honestly for the first time I m scarred to death....just hoping I m wrong.
Right now my positive thoughts are far away, and thats so not me.
Writing this helps, because I know that so many of you are far worse off than me.
I know one thing, FYC, what ever happens I won't ever stop fighting YOU.
You won't get me, you won't get me down, I will keep silly, and loving life, whatever is in store for me.
:kiss::heart::rose::kiss:

You are in my thoughts and prayers, dear Emmy! And I know that nasty c cannot get you!!!:rose::rose: FYC!!!!!!
 
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