That’s it

So, after losing my mom to breast cancer 10 years ago I just got news that my dad has late stage squamous cell cancer metastasizing throughout his body. He doesn't want to go through radiation or chemotherapy after seeing what my mom went through and is choosing to get out of the hospital and go into hospice care. I am so torn, but I understand. I just want him to be comfortable and at home. I hate the thought of losing him and my daughters not having a grandpa, but I don't want him to suffer either. FUCK CANCER!

I just found out another person somewhat close to me is going to be taken by cancer in under a year. And that’s the best case scenario, if they fight it aggressively. Sorry - just feeling sad. Fuck cancer.

She left school for a year for treatment and lost all her hair. It was horrible and so many times she thought she was gonna die and called me in the middle of the night freaking out. We’re only 16. She then got diagnosed with depression and it was horrible but she got rid of it recently and started growing her hair back

Now the cancer has come back. Her hair’s all gonna fall out and now the whole last year has been pointless and she’s never gonna come back to school and she could die

cancer is actually the fucking worst I miss her so much

But we didn't find out that it had spread until his CT scan today. I hadn't texted him because he's a senior in college and values his privacy, but today I had to. I didn't want to be over bearing, just a small something saying he's strong, he's loved, and that I'm here if he needs anything. His response? "Thanks man, just down a nut so far" with a flexing bicep emoji. I'm glad he's in good spirits because the rest of the family is tore up.

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I just want to rant. Found out that I had a rare but aggressive form of skin cancer. The surgery was scheduled 6 weeks later. Meanwhile the cancer nodule grew from .8 mm to 6 centimeters. The reason for the wait was the surgeon was booked up. Before my two week check up after surgery, I discovered a lump in my lymph node. The biopsy showed cancer cells. That was 2 months ago—15 weeks since the skin cancer was first detected. Now my lymph node is 6 centimeters and two more have formed. The reason for all these delays is scheduling issues. I still don’t have a treatment plan. Fuck cancer.

fuck cancer

i lost many of my family memebers into it

my grandmas sister died due to breast cancer

a few years later they found the cure for breast cancer

fuck cancer....

Hey beautiful person!

I'm reaching out on behalf of a very brave young man in my family. My 14-year-old nephew, Warre (he's the one in red), is currently fighting bone cancer. It's been a challenging journey for him and our family, but we're doing everything we can to support him and keep his spirits high.

Recently, Warre's journey hit a rough patch. The chemotherapy, which was once a beacon of hope, has ceased to be effective, and we've had to pivot to immunotherapy in hopes of finding a new way to combat the cancer. Just a few weeks ago, Warre was battling severe back pain, which made even the simplest tasks monumental. Thankfully, after undergoing five sessions of radiotherapy, his pain got under control, but the road ahead remains daunting.

Despite these hurdles, we've been blessed with moments of joy and laughter, reminders of the resilience and strength Warre possesses.

In an effort to bolster Warre's spirits and remind him of the vast network of support he has, we're launching a campaign on Instagram and we'd love for you (and maybe even your friends and family) to be a part of it.

How you can help:

• Share on Instagram: Post with the hashtag #teamwarre. Whether it's a smile, a scenic view, or an encouraging note, let's globally show Warre our support.
• Get creative with the logo: If possible, print the #TeamWarre logo, then take a photo with it in a creative way.
• Use the sticker: Enhance your post with the unique Instagram sticker created by Warre's brother. Search for "@teamwarre" to find it.

Thank you for your support!

Warre's uncle,
Jeroen

he saw that it might be possible to create a bacteria that stays dormant and is woken up with light or sound or other methods that could be effective, but no one ever responds to me or reads what I say.

There are some studies that show that it is possible to activate or inactivate certain genes of viruses or bacteria using light, through a technique called optogenetics. Other studies suggest that sound could be used to direct drug-loaded nanoparticles to tumor cells.

Some bacteria can enter a state of dormancy, called sporulation, when conditions are unfavorable. In this state, they form a resistant structure, called a spore, which can remain inactive for long periods, until conditions improve. It is necessary to understand that bacteria can be genetically modified in the laboratory, to acquire new characteristics or functions. For example, scientists can insert genes that make bacteria produce proteins that react to light or sound, such as opsins or mechanosensitive ion channels. These proteins can alter the metabolism or gene expression of bacteria, causing them to come out of dormancy or change their behavior. As for the idea of using bacteria to treat cancerous tumors, this is already a reality in some cases. There are bacteria that can invade and destroy tumor cells, release substances that activate the immune system or produce enzymes that convert inactive drugs into active ones within the tumor. These bacteria are called oncolytic bacteria, and some of them are already being tested in clinical trials. Or even have the bacteria killed by a ray of light using CRISPR/Cas9 so that it can kill the bacteria as soon as they have finished their work.

It is possible to create a bacteria that stays in this state of dormancy and is woken up with light, if more light were emitted the bacteria could be exterminated later

If the activation, deactivation or extermination of these bacteria were plotted by AI, the treatment would be much more accurate, effective and predictable.

An example of research that uses these techniques is that of Chen et al., published in 2016. They created a synthetic bacteria that can be activated by red light and that produces a protein that kills cancer cells. They tested this bacteria in mice with tumors and observed that it significantly reduced cancer growth without affecting normal cells.

One of the possibilities is to use bacteria that form spores, which are resistant structures that allow bacteria to survive in adverse conditions. These spores could be activated by some stimulus, such as a lack of oxygen, which is common in tumors. Another possibility is to use bacteria that are sensitive to light, such as cyanobacteria, which carry out photosynthesis. These bacteria could be inhibited by light and activated by darkness In this case, the correct option would be to leave a dose that almost kills the bacteria so that the stronger ones form spores and the weaker ones can die, even the strongest ones would be at their limit, and could only really flourish where there is no light, if they Even so, I can go to another tissue, light must be sent with greater intensity for it to be exterminated, there would only be a chance that they would survive until they reach the tumor, if they did not survive it would just be a case of repeating the process. The immune system could get in the way, but eventually some bacteria would survive, and then they would proliferate in the tumor.

I don't know if it will be like this, but it's an interesting path.

Lost a friend from work who had been fighting testicular cancer and its side effects for a year and a half yesterday. This sucks. RIP Matt.

I’m so mad I’m never going to have kids because of cancer. I’ll never have the experience of pregnancy. I’ll be going into early menopause because of the hysterectomy. Spoke to a Dr about egg retrieval today and it just sounds like all the odds are against me and it’s not really going to be worth doing. Not that I could afford a surrogate anyway. I always wanted to have kids, I’ve just never found the person to do that with. Fuck this.

My cousin / best friend (F 27) was diagnosed with stage 4 gastric cancer in July 2023.. it was a shock to the family . My cousin was a track star and band geek ( BadAss Tuba player) she was recently married of 3 years and had a baby who just turned 2 .. two days after her passing. She passed on Christmas Eve this 2023 she was a fighter until the very end. She was in hospice for 4 days before her transition.

I have never experienced death up close before.. the only deaths I knew were my childhood dogs.. and my father who passed the year before but unfortunately we were not close so i still have trouble trying to navigate that grief to this day. My question is how do I move on will I ever ?

I still Check her location on my phone. For the first time in 6 months it’s at a new location instead of at the hospital.. or even at HER HOME, before we knew she was sick. I feel as tho the American Healthcare system FAILED HER. I don’t know what to do with all these emotions.. she was literally my walking talking diary 💔

This CANCER just took someone’s MOTHER, someone’s WIFE, someone’s ONLY CHILD, someone’s BEST FRIEND.. someone’s NIECE, someone’s GRANDCHILD, someone’s COUSIN 💔💔😔 #FuckCancer

I’m really struggling this week. I can’t stop the tears today. My mom is fighting so hard and her body just won’t give her a break. I can’t stop worrying about her, about what could happen, about whether I’m doing enough to help her. I want to stop her pain. I want her healthy. I want her here for years to come.

Wondering if anyone has resources for support for adult children caring for a parent with cancer.

This shit is fucking hard and I’m so sorry for anyone else here fighting cancer or watching a loved one fight cancer.

I'm pissed. He is only 12 years older than me. Frequently we talk and he says "we share a brain" or "the genes run strong it's scary" or "how are you not my daughter?" or something similar. Even though we live 4 states apart. We love the same things and think the same way (mostly), even with generational differences. We talk for hours. This is all so brutal and I am so sad.

This is the same story you hear. My father is currently in hospice care. I have watched my hero waste away in 4 months. We got the news before xmas. Yes he lived a long and wonderful life, yes he was awesome and kind. He looked just like Santa only a year ago( fit santa weighed in at 180lbs at 6ft tall), now he is a skeleton. It is kidney cancer that has weaseled its way to his liver and possibly into other organs. He has slowly lost his mind; we don't know how much longer we will have him but at least he is still kind. I don't want to hear thoughts and prayers bullshit. I am watching what this can do to a once strong man; and the idea that this happens to kids too.

FUCK YOU CANCER!

Update: He has since passed and that is for the best. For those dealing with this both personally and as supportive members; you have the right to be angry and rage. It is healthy and ok.

To those in the medical field, all of you (this includes the people who clean the hospitals) thank you, you are awesome people.

So a few years back my nan had a cancer lump, luckily she got it removed only to find out it wasn’t even cancer.

Well, shit.

About a week ago I posted a short rant about my dad's illness (see my profile for it since we can't link in this sub). He took a pretty steep dive after that, and yesterday he passed away. He went very peacefully, deciding to go just after I popped out of the hospital to go check on the cat. Man always had a sense of timing 🥲

My position remains the same. Fuck you cancer. Fuck you for taking him from this world. Fuck you for the way you did it.

Tell your loved ones how much you care folks. Because the time you have will never be enough.

Hi all! My name is Kalista, and I am a 19-year-old college student. Last year, I lost my father to cancer after a long 6-year battle. He was my person, and always will be, so losing him was probably one of the worst things I have, and ever will go through. The pain of losing a loved one cannot be compared to any other, but I wanted to share a resource with you all that helped my family in terms of dealing with the grief. A wonderful foundation called The Jack and Jill Late Stage Cancer Foundation sent my family and me on an all-expenses paid trip to California and gave us memories that I will always cherish, and time spent celebrating him in his last months. Please take 7 minutes of your time to listen to my amazing experience with the foundation, and feel free to share it with anyone you find could benefit from this foundation. Stay strong!! https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=Sts0Vg5NgHw&t=36s

My grandpa is a lovely man, he is always so bright and haply to see me and is hardworking when out on the allotment. However a few months ago it was found that he had prostate cancer.

Pretty soon after that he went into hospital and had it removed, along with half his bladder. Seeing him in a tired state really off out me for a lot of things and being in year 11 with exams soon it didn't help. However he made a recovery and the hospital stated that he was all clear.

Well just a few days ago they found out that the cancer wasn't fully removed and it had spread to all of his lower organs and was reaching the bottom of his lungs. He can't get chemo because he isn't 100% there he is only around 80% and its more risky to do chemo at under 100% than leaving cancer alone.

I'm going to see him soon I know what to expect I'm not stupid I know what will probably happen but no matter what it still hits me like a tonne of bricks. And it shouldn't be that way, it should be that I have hope but unfortunately it isn't.

Just thought I'd put this up here, I have a real strong bond with him and I want to make sure I make him proud with what I will accomplish over the next few years.

Fuck you cancer.

Fuck you cancer.

Fuck you for hiding out like some kind of time bomb in his pancreas, waiting to go sideways into his bones.

Fuck you for putting him into hospital where he's now caught COVID.

Fuck you for hiding out so long that you're now untreatable.

Fuck you for the pain you cause him, for the pain you cause his family and friends.

Fuck you, fuck the horse you rode in on, fuck you.

Cancer. It’s one of those words that grammatically qualifies as its own sentence. It also can be taken to be a death sentence or a life sentence. The truth in the 21st century is that it is becoming much less of a death sentence- But for most of us when we hear the word cancer, we can’t help thinking here is a sentence that definitely has an all too sudden full stop. In most realities, cancer is in fact a life sentence that really does say sometime sooner rather than later you are going to die. A friend on Face book posted one of those “please repost this on your page for all those family and friends who have died, struggled with or even survived cancer”.

Okay upfront. I hate reposting other people’s posts, unless it’s a kitten playing a piano or a nun falling off a bus in the snow. I am really turned off by posts that almost guilt you into reposting; like if you don’t repost it, a cure for cancer will be set back by a decade. When I sent my apologies for not posting, I was challenged by my friend to share my own drive down Cancer Avenue. Buckle up, because here I go.

Cancer is an incredibly personal journey, and no two people face the same challenge. It does not matter how severe the prognosis or how dire the consequences put before you, we all have a different experience. This is my Cancer Avenue. Firstly, don’t go any further if you are going to send sympathy. Fuck off now. Sympathy belongs in the dictionary between “shit and syphilis”. Please leave it there. I am an incredibly lucky person who has lived an amazing life. I have the world’s best wife and two incredible sons. I’m driving down a very well trafficked avenue. There were 17 million new drivers along Cancer Avenue last year alone. So, there you go. Some ground rules. No sympathy, I’m lucky, I’m one of tens of millions on the same road!

My cancer was in a couple of lymph nodes in my groin. They and a few innocent lymph nodes were cut out on July 7, 2016; till now, there’s been no sign of anymore cancer. I had some complications and, like everyone, some follow-up procedures that left me with some adverse problems. Yes, some big problems that make my life uncomfortable. I have a thing called peripheral neuropathy that makes me appear to be and sometimes even feel drunk. My nerves in my feet in particular are stuffed. I have chronic pain in both feet and ankles, and my fingers. I lack balance. I get physically sick from just bending over sometimes. My cancer has a fair chance of coming back. Overall, I’m just a fat dizzy man with sore feet.

The important thing is that none of this means that I am dead. And honestly, I believe I will probably out live most of the people reading this. That might be my predilection to a positive mental attitude, but it is honestly what I believe. There are many good things about having cancer in your life. I no longer have an urge to sky dive or hang-glide. Now, life-threatening moments are possible in every letter I get from the hospital. You see, when you have had cancer, the hospital likes to get you back in for check-ups fairly regularly, but with no set pattern. So, you open an envelope and don’t know if the appointment within is so the oncologist can stick their finger up your bum or just tell you the last MRI found 65 tumors. The good thing with this is that I feel fairly safe from suffering outrageous indignity during my last six months of life. I dreaded being in an institute with someone feeding me soup and jelly and wiping my bum for me; all while my addled brain’s recollection of my life and its glorious fun is being beaten by my goldfish’s recollection of doing circles in his bowl. Don’t get me wrong – living long into old age has its appeals. I want to see my son Jake creating his audio and visual masterpiece and to watch my son Izak manage Birmingham City to their first premiership. But I’ve done amazing things already. Just a few years ago I was sleeping on the bonnet of my car in Death Valley when a big horn sheep licked my leg. You have never woken more alive than when your first vision of the day has huge golden eyes with rectangular vertical black pupils, two huge devil horns and 40 teeth in a mouth that only has space for 20. Needless to say, I didn’t need to go for another shit for days.

I have watched my sons score tries and look at me to check that I have seen them score. I have watched my wife sleeping while the sun rose behind her. I have lain on pristine tropical beaches, caught waves that have lifted and carried me along. I have sailed under parachutes and scuba-dived among a million tropical fish. I have watched manta rays dance in an azure blue ocean, a school of over 50 dolphins herding sardines, and stood on a cliff in Western Australia watching whale sharks, hammerheads and great white sharks doing the same. I have watched my brother-in-law delight at seeing his first whale breach right in front of him. I’ve carried baby turtles past hungry crows to the sea. I have stroked my son’s sore head till he fell asleep. I worked for television stations for decades doing a job that essentially involved going to lunches that sometimes lasted till breakfast.

No, I am not ready to go. But here is the thing. Cancer has allowed me to set my own course and gave me time to do one hell of a bucket list. Cancer might take my life and it could take yours. Some won’t get the opportunity to do what I did or have the urge to do such things. But if you get cancer, seize the day. Because what it is really telling you is not that it’s time to die, but that it’s time to live. You have a chance to forgive and a chance to make sure that those who matter know that they matter and why they matter. If my cancer comes back, don’t think of me as unlucky, don’t be sad. Most of all, don’t come to my funeral because I definitely won’t be there. In fact, there will be no funeral or gathering – I want to be cremated and my ashes spread in a few places. Here’s what to do… – buy a hit of whatever you love most. Be it Moet, Guinness, cannabis, cocaine, Sushi or a dozen oysters. Sit somewhere meaningful and think of a fun time we have had, - drink, smoke, snort, eat or shuck for me. I will do the same. Remember cancer only wins if you decide to lose. Let’s be champions….

I'm Brian but most importantly to me I'm a father of 4 and a husband. I was diagnosed almost a year ago. I thought my story's kinda crazy how it all happened but I’m learning we’re all so close in stuff it’s crazy. Ended up in the hospital for something unrelated. I was having stomach problems for a few years and kept being told I'm just gassy and lactose intolerant. So they found a tumor.. turns out im diagnosed with this rare stage 4 cancer that’s spreading and they know nothing about and immediately went to im gonna die.. Ohhh shit… surgery wasn't a good option but they would do it. Exact words was "well hope for the best putting you back together " that's crazy. So I found a new doctor who said 10 years but no cure.. I figured I’d take that and run with it. I’m not religious but I believe in god and believe that as long as I do right by my family and protect and provide for them then I’ll be protected down here and up there… did all my research and started a strict diet. My new doctors took my case to the board of surgeons and found a doctor who was confident he could do it but there was still a lot of risk because of the tumor being tangled up in the main arteries going into my intestines. I’m never one for surgery or even doctors I’ll be honest. I’ve set my own bones, sown myself back together among other stuff. But I’m not doctor so I am nice and need them to keep tabs and track and watch what I’m doing. They support my choice and agree to skip surgery and was even happy I said I didn’t want to stop my monthly lanreotide injections. I’m doing 1gram of r$o a day grown locally ( im in a fully legal state and grew for years myself) but my guy has cured 4 others cancers naturally before I even met him. So im doing my thing making my pills with his r$o and sticking to my diet. Getting love from my family. My kids know. My youngest 2 make sure to hug me every morning and every night. In their words they’ll squeeze that mask (they call it a mask) out of me. Haha. My 1st scan show’s significance in decreased size in everything… my doctors are amazed. After all it’s a whole team who’s been studying this cancer for 20 years and been studying cancer longer then I’ve been alive. 6 months and 2 more scans later and the stage 4 is gone. My love looks incredible and the only tumor left is half the size.. what’s really crazy and will hopefully push the movement for the plant is a team of scientists and doctors who are working to figure this disease out reached out to me and are now keeping tabs on me as well. Power of god, plants, love, and positive vibes is healing me. Not only my cancer but my entire body and soul. Im a whole new person. To think a year ago I was really telling myself quit being a bitch just man up it’s called getting older. blows my mind the difference I feel. Lol.. im in no way telling people not to do what’s working or what they feel im just telling people never give up. Keep pushing.

So this story is about my cousin's husband's nephew we'll call him Jake (not real name)

I haven't known or really interacted with this kid alot but from the few interactions I've had with him he's seemed like a well mannered and kind kid who wasn't some spoilt brat but just a generally nice kid with really nice eyes.

About a week ago my mom told me he had contracted leukemia (blood cancer) and he'd need treatment well, it's been exactly a week from then and he's been put on life support.

His mother and family are just devastated and in shock and although I'm not immediate family i just cant help but feel sad and scared that I'm taking life for granted.

That poor boy, he didn't even have a fighting chance.

~Please keep him in your prayers.

It hasn’t even been a year since I had to put my childhood Oreo down because of cancer… he was such a good dog and he always loved being scratched right behind the ear… R.I.P

First techno and now Pele? FUCK cancer

So March 2020 I caught renal cell carcinoma and had to have 1 kidney removed. I've been going back to oncology on a regular basis, more CT scans every 6 months. Then I went in for another CT, 2 weeks ago, a scheduler calls me out of the blue on 11/23 right before Thanksgiving to schedule a PET scan. I asked why do I need this? She blurted back "Oh, it looks like you have lung cancer" ... Not a single Dr/nurse has called to discuss the CT. So here I am being miserable, and can't sleep since then.

Fuck cancer.

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Fuck the optimism after the diagnosis we had, thinking you'd beat it, not knowing you wouldn't even make it out of the ICU.

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Fuck the hospital policies that didn't let me stay overnight, taking away precious hours from us.

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Fuck having to see you with with tubes in your mouth.

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Fuck trying to understand what you were trying to say regardless, trying everything to give you a bit of comfort in your last few days.

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Fuck having to translate what was killing his brother to my dad.

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Fuck having to hear my dad ask "will my brother make it?"

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Fuck having to see my dad cry as the answer was no.

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Fuck having to decide whether to let you go early because the doctors said you had no chance.

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Fuck having to call and tell all of your friends what happened to you and hearing them cry.

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Fuck cancer.