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So sorry, Donna. Two of my friends are deep in the shit with this right now, and it makes me so angry.
I've been seriously entertaining the idea of cutting my very/too-long hair back to bob length, and donating the resultant 18 inches of cuttings to one of those charities that makes chemo wigs. Whoever gets it won't be forced to inappropriately resemble Carol Channing, as I did when I showed up to my first day of school having to wear one myself.
― camp event (suzy), Thursday, 2 April 2015 13:03 (nine years ago) link
two months pass...
My favorite coworker. It's everywhere. She's a year younger than me, has three kids, got married last month.
Fuck cancer.
― kate78, Tuesday, 16 June 2015 23:15 (eight years ago) link
five months pass...
My 8 year old second cousin was diagnosed with DIPG in January. Things have gotten really bad really quickly recently.
I am glad I got to meet her this summer, and that she and her family had a good time visiting New York. I am glad she got to see her baby cousins that were born last month.
― tokyo rosemary, Thursday, 10 December 2015 00:29 (eight years ago) link
oh fuck, tokyo rosemary, that's awful.
a close friend of mine has had cancer twice, and he's gotten better, though his chronic health probs have progressively gotten worse over time. but he's just himself, he gets out of the hosp and shrugs it off, he's just my friend. last time he had chemo, he still visited me (i'm chronically ill and don't get around well myself)
recently, we were joking about his liver and how if it turned out the biopsy said he had cancer again, he'd totally ace the disability re-evaluation! silver lining! i was worried, but he's always gotten better. and he's always so zen about it.
this time he won't get better. it's slow, he'll be around for a while, i hope, fuck i hope, but this scares the shit out of me. he's my oldest friend, he was my bf a decade ago, he is an amazing dear friend and i don't know how to even cope. i knew he was going to get sicker, and not be around as long as most--but i figured he'd get an organ transplant, have various other probs, and just keep going, the way he does.
he emailed me about all this, which was a good choice, because i've been sobbing and cursing ever since.
― JuliaA, Friday, 11 December 2015 06:58 (eight years ago) link
seven months pass...
one year passes...
My gorgeous cousin, who is more like my sister than my actual sister, has a diagnosis of oestrogen-positive stage 4 breast cancer which is already setting up shop in her liver and maybe her pelvis. We’ll know more in two weeks. As far as the docs know, it’s treatable but not curable, so I’m hoping her boys (3 on Monday, and 7) get a few years. She is worried the younger one won’t remember her when he’s an adult. She is 43.
Fuck this fucking disease for the pain it has brought to me and my family, and fuck the guilt I am feeling for surviving it in my own childhood, just so I can live a life where all I can do is watch it pick off the people I love, one by one.
― suzy, Friday, 30 March 2018 22:07 (six years ago) link
one year passes...