The "Fuck you cancer!" thread

I need to release some anger and venom, so herer it goes. One of my sister in laws is fighting her 3rd round of breast cancer, and a less than wonderful prognosis. Her husband has just had a pace maker implanted and it is not working well yet. That is bad enough but now with this awful covid-19, they are unable to see their kids, other than through facetime. I hate that we are all facing this. People are dying alone everyday, because it is so contagious and the medical community is overwhelmed in spite of their heroic and herculean efforts I hate cancer and I hate Corona Virus and what they are doing the good people and their families! FUCK YOU CANCER AND FUCK YOU COVID-19
 
(((Scot)))

Any time dealing with cancer is awful. Add covid19 to this and it's unimaginable.

Lots of love to you and your family.

Thinking about Shank and Mrs. Shank now, too.

:rose:

FYC
 
(((Scot)))

Any time dealing with cancer is awful. Add covid19 to this and it's unimaginable.

Lots of love to you and your family.

Thinking about Shank and Mrs. Shank now, too.

:rose:

FYC

Thank you. Positive thoughts for Shank and the Mrs too! :rose:
 
In a week I turn 46. My primary physician has made all the arrangements and today I got the call from the MRI place. Time for my yearly mammogram. Of course they ask all the questions.

Any history of breast cancer? Yes.
Who? My sister.
And how old was she when diagnosed? She was 40.

And then it hits me. She was 40 when initially diagnosed. Forty-two when it reoccurred. She passed at 46. Forty-six. My age. And now I get it. I get why children have an issue when they hit the age their parents passed away. I always assumed it was a kind of subconscious thought that one will pass away at that same age. But that isn't it, is it? It's realizing how young they were, I think. Or at least that is what I'm struggling with. The realization that she was so damn young. She was me right now. And me right now doesn't feel ready to leave this plane of existence. I have so much to do. I have so many plans for the upcoming years.

Yesterday I was doing research and making plans for a big family trip this summer (after this virus thing has settled down). I have children's graduations to attend and future grandbabies to hold. Things I'm sure my sister was looking forward to doing. Things she never thought would be denied her. But they were because of fucking cancer.

So here I sit sipping my coffee and growing steadily angrier. And all that is going through my head is she was so damn young. I'm young. Too many days I feel old and tired. Aged more in these past 10 years than I thought possible. All because of this disease that ravages bodies and steals time.

Fuck you, cancer. Fuck you to the ends of the fucking Earth and beyond it. Fuck you for what you did to my sister, to me, to my parents. Mostly fuck you for what you did to her kids. You stole her from them. Her son doesn't remember a day of her that you were not present. Her daughter doesn't see the resemblances between her and her mother because she didn't know the fierce woman her mother was before you decided to latch on and destroy everything. And when I try to tell them the stories of her youth, when I try to share the amazing vibrant sister that I had, they come off as fairy tales. I'm describing a woman they never met.

I hate you hate you hate you!!! To the absolute core of my being, I HATE YOU!
 
Most sincere hugs for you, Blu.
A terrible waste, it is.
It fingers into so many lives, besides the victim.

Fuck you cancer!
:rose:
 
In a week I turn 46. My primary physician has made all the arrangements and today I got the call from the MRI place. Time for my yearly mammogram. Of course they ask all the questions.

Any history of breast cancer? Yes.
Who? My sister.
And how old was she when diagnosed? She was 40.

And then it hits me. She was 40 when initially diagnosed. Forty-two when it reoccurred. She passed at 46. Forty-six. My age. And now I get it. I get why children have an issue when they hit the age their parents passed away. I always assumed it was a kind of subconscious thought that one will pass away at that same age. But that isn't it, is it? It's realizing how young they were, I think. Or at least that is what I'm struggling with. The realization that she was so damn young. She was me right now. And me right now doesn't feel ready to leave this plane of existence. I have so much to do. I have so many plans for the upcoming years.

Yesterday I was doing research and making plans for a big family trip this summer (after this virus thing has settled down). I have children's graduations to attend and future grandbabies to hold. Things I'm sure my sister was looking forward to doing. Things she never thought would be denied her. But they were because of fucking cancer.

So here I sit sipping my coffee and growing steadily angrier. And all that is going through my head is she was so damn young. I'm young. Too many days I feel old and tired. Aged more in these past 10 years than I thought possible. All because of this disease that ravages bodies and steals time.

Fuck you, cancer. Fuck you to the ends of the fucking Earth and beyond it. Fuck you for what you did to my sister, to me, to my parents. Mostly fuck you for what you did to her kids. You stole her from them. Her son doesn't remember a day of her that you were not present. Her daughter doesn't see the resemblances between her and her mother because she didn't know the fierce woman her mother was before you decided to latch on and destroy everything. And when I try to tell them the stories of her youth, when I try to share the amazing vibrant sister that I had, they come off as fairy tales. I'm describing a woman they never met.

I hate you hate you hate you!!! To the absolute core of my being, I HATE YOU!

*Big Hugs* Your story brought me to tears. The terrible killer has stolen so much from so many. Has ended people's journey long before they should have ended. Left so many kids without their moms and dads, stolen our sisters and brothers and grandparents too. I hate cancer with a passion that goes deep into my soul. The thing that saves me has been the strength, the love and the compassion of those fortunate and lucky enough to have survived this soul sucker! FUCK YOU CANCER!!! I can't wait for the day when we can stories of how cancer stole lives in the distant past.
 
Thinking of you, Blu. Sending a big virtual hug. Your words are so honest, painful, beautiful, and true. :rose:

FYC
 
Shank, we were caught with our pants down and missed your news about the missus. We miss you and hope for the very best. Sounds like Mrs. Shankara has plenty of years to look forward to.

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Thanks for the healing energy. Just doing a short check-in today. Wife is in the middle of 3 weeks of daily radiation (weekends off). Fatigue is starting to settle in, and the hot flashes from the hormone suppressant are almost non-stop. That said, Wife is hanging in, the prognosis remains good - once all this is over.

:heart:'s all around. And all the best to everyone dealing with this stuff in any way at all.



ps: Fuck You Cancer... :mad:
 
Thanks for the healing energy. Just doing a short check-in today. Wife is in the middle of 3 weeks of daily radiation (weekends off). Fatigue is starting to settle in, and the hot flashes from the hormone suppressant are almost non-stop. That said, Wife is hanging in, the prognosis remains good - once all this is over.

:heart:'s all around. And all the best to everyone dealing with this stuff in any way at all.

ps: Fuck You Cancer... :mad:


Hey Shank ~ Sending hugs. Glad to hear that the Mrs. is hanging in there. :rose:

FYC
 
Thanks for the healing energy. Just doing a short check-in today. Wife is in the middle of 3 weeks of daily radiation (weekends off). Fatigue is starting to settle in, and the hot flashes from the hormone suppressant are almost non-stop. That said, Wife is hanging in, the prognosis remains good - once all this is over.

:heart:'s all around. And all the best to everyone dealing with this stuff in any way at all.



ps: Fuck You Cancer... :mad:

Great news Shank!! Hope you and Mrs Shank continue to weather the storm!!! :rose: Fuck you Cancer!!!!!
 
Thanks for the healing energy. Just doing a short check-in today. Wife is in the middle of 3 weeks of daily radiation (weekends off). Fatigue is starting to settle in, and the hot flashes from the hormone suppressant are almost non-stop. That said, Wife is hanging in, the prognosis remains good - once all this is over.

:heart:'s all around. And all the best to everyone dealing with this stuff in any way at all.



ps: Fuck You Cancer... :mad:

Strength to your arm and hers.
 
Ar update: Wife finished radiation some time ago and is doing much better. strength is returning and the radiation "sunburn" is all better. She is now on a 5 year round of hormone suppression meds - this sucks (Fuck You Cancer). Hot flashes off and on all day. And a new thing - Vaginal atrophy "refers to inflammation, dryness, and thinning of the vaginal walls". Treatment = hormone cream , but nope can't use due to the need for hormone suppression. *sigh* (Fuck You Cancer)

I'm rather busy helping where possible and so my time here has all but stopped. Nothing personal, just not "top-of-the-list" right now.

:heart: everyone.
 
Ar update: Wife finished radiation some time ago and is doing much better. strength is returning and the radiation "sunburn" is all better. She is now on a 5 year round of hormone suppression meds - this sucks (Fuck You Cancer). Hot flashes off and on all day. And a new thing - Vaginal atrophy "refers to inflammation, dryness, and thinning of the vaginal walls". Treatment = hormone cream , but nope can't use due to the need for hormone suppression. *sigh* (Fuck You Cancer)

I'm rather busy helping where possible and so my time here has all but stopped. Nothing personal, just not "top-of-the-list" right now.

:heart: everyone.

Glad she getting stronger and doing better. Hang in there on all the rest. Good thoughts and prayers for you and the Mrs, Shank! FUCK YOU CANCER!!! *Air Hugs*
 
Ar update: Wife finished radiation some time ago and is doing much better. strength is returning and the radiation "sunburn" is all better. She is now on a 5 year round of hormone suppression meds - this sucks (Fuck You Cancer). Hot flashes off and on all day. And a new thing - Vaginal atrophy "refers to inflammation, dryness, and thinning of the vaginal walls". Treatment = hormone cream , but nope can't use due to the need for hormone suppression. *sigh* (Fuck You Cancer)

I'm rather busy helping where possible and so my time here has all but stopped. Nothing personal, just not "top-of-the-list" right now.

:heart: everyone.

((((Shank))))

I am happy to hear that the Mrs. is doing better and feeling stronger since the radiation finished. Of course, the next stage of treatment has to have its own set of shitty side effects. (Fuck You Cancer)

Take care of yourself, Shank. I'll be keeping you both in my thoughts. :heart:
 
I'm rather busy helping where possible and so my time here has all but stopped. Nothing personal, just not "top-of-the-list" right now.

:heart: everyone.

Quite understood. Thanks for checking in, I was wondering how you two were doing. Take care!
 
Glad she getting stronger and doing better. Hang in there on all the rest. Good thoughts and prayers for you and the Mrs, Shank! FUCK YOU CANCER!!! *Air Hugs*

((((Shank))))

I am happy to hear that the Mrs. is doing better and feeling stronger since the radiation finished. Of course, the next stage of treatment has to have its own set of shitty side effects. (Fuck You Cancer)

Take care of yourself, Shank. I'll be keeping you both in my thoughts. :heart:

Quite understood. Thanks for checking in, I was wondering how you two were doing. Take care!

Fuck you cancer!

:heart: to Shank and Mrs. S


This place is filled with wonderful caring people, (((hugs))) :heart:
 
You returned and pulled her under the waves.
She thrashed and fought her way back to oxygen
once.
twice.
three times.

In movies when people are attacked
their eyes are wide and their screams are piercing.
But she knew every day that you were waiting
in this shadow or the one after that.

Twice she had to excuse herself
voice choked and crying.
But that was saying goodbye.
That was watching his confused face
as the car became a smudge
and vanished forever.
It wasn’t surprise.

It happened in an instant.
You smelled blood and dragged her under and away.

Fuck you.
 
You returned and pulled her under the waves.
She thrashed and fought her way back to oxygen
once.
twice.
three times.

In movies when people are attacked
their eyes are wide and their screams are piercing.
But she knew every day that you were waiting
in this shadow or the one after that.

Twice she had to excuse herself
voice choked and crying.
But that was saying goodbye.
That was watching his confused face
as the car became a smudge
and vanished forever.
It wasn’t surprise.

It happened in an instant.
You smelled blood and dragged her under and away.

Fuck you.


:heart:
 
You returned and pulled her under the waves.
She thrashed and fought her way back to oxygen
once.
twice.
three times.

In movies when people are attacked
their eyes are wide and their screams are piercing.
But she knew every day that you were waiting
in this shadow or the one after that.

Twice she had to excuse herself
voice choked and crying.
But that was saying goodbye.
That was watching his confused face
as the car became a smudge
and vanished forever.
It wasn’t surprise.

It happened in an instant.
You smelled blood and dragged her under and away.

Fuck you.

:heart:
 
oh DGE.

this sunday is 3 years since Mr. cookie died

your words hurt and ring true and in a weird way, are cathartic

fuck you cancer
fuck you ALS

much, much love for all who've come to this thread
 
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