(((Robert Armin))) I have dispatched a flock of Orneries to attend you.
As for prognoses, they are frequently nothing but educated guesses. I was first diagnosed nine years ago (9 November, 2010) with a rare but very aggressive breast cancer. The average survival time for women with that cancer is 3 1/2-4 years. Last summer, when it mutated, I was told I'd be dead by Christmas (albeit with kinder phrasing); now, thanks to a study drug, I have a reprieve of some months. Keep plugging away, and kicking the can down the road. Know that you are in my daily prayers.
Yesterday I was also told that my mother probably only has two weeks left. Taking all medical predictions with a pinch of salt, this is actually good news. She is my only dependent, and I would have hated to go before she does. Let's have everything done in an orderly manner please!
My m-i-l (who's 90 and suffers from Alzheimer's) has been in hospital for a biopsy on a breast lump. They're still awaiting the results (which aren't looking good), but honestly, how much more can my sister-in-law be expected to take? Her father died six years ago after undergoing a colostomy for cancer, and she's lost her brother (D.) to the same thing.
At least her husband's just been given the all-clear after cancer treatment, but really - fuck cancer and the snake it came in on.
Like the coward that I am, I've been avoiding this thread for a few days while I recharge the anger batteries. Meanwhile, wordless prayers for you all.
I spoke to the doctor about my depression/anxiety/selfharming/ and associated evils. He was sympathetic, and has changed my anti depressant. I have also admitted to Mr D what's been going on. I wait to see what happens next.
Dormouse how wise of you to seek help. I would guessing that the depression itself would make it hard for you to bring up the energy to do so. I pray for a positive outcome.
We are renovating our bathroom (shower plus toilet plus basin) ahead of my impending disability as my situation deteriorates. Which is miles off I think/hope but we decided to do it NOW rather than under pressure when I REALLY NEED IT. We have a good contractor who has done a lot of jobs here and comes highly recommended. Having missed out on the "interior design" gene AND hating to go through any changes in my housing or living-environment (eg rearranging furniture) it's all a bit strange ...but it's proceeding nicely so far. We are at a small apartment designed for "independent senoirs" which is currently unoccupied. I worried it'd be a stay in Sparta but it's more like a retreat/hermitage
Living on bluetoothed smart-phone with a 20 cm hot-plate... but got back to the house today ... catching up on everyone
What I meant was that I find changes in my house distressing at a cellular level. We relocated a fair bit with my father's job and I think it's done me a damage...
I hope it's a long time until you need the changes Galilit, but that kind if temporary move can be very disruptive. When I had to move out of my house for earthquake repairs the only way I could cope was heading out of town, otherwise I saw the number 3 bus and just wanted to hop on and go home.
I was glad when a string of major renovations etc came to an end here. Tradies in the place for day after day. Then the bathroom over kitchen sprang a leak and flooded kitchen ceiling and floor. we have been living with large hole in ceiling and pipes etc exposed. We finally found a plumber today who will do what is to him a minor job. in almost three weeks time. More disruption.
Hope your renovation goes smoothly from beginning to end, Gallilit.
I spoke to the doctor about my depression/anxiety/selfharming/ and associated evils. He was sympathetic, and has changed my anti depressant. I have also admitted to Mr D what's been going on. I wait to see what happens next.
(((((Hugs))))) and prayers for all who have posted here so far.
I guess I am one of the fortunate ones. The uterine cancer that was recently discovered in me was in Stage 1B and had not spread to any lymph nodes. I had a hysterectomy in October and will go through 5 weeks of radiation treatments, 5 days a week, beginning in early December.
This is my second bout with cancer. Back in 2003, I was diagnosed with Stage 1 breast cancer, for which I underwent surgery, radiation and (a mild form of ) chemotherapy. Until my uterine cancer came along, I was cancer-free all those years.
I'll be starting chemo again in a week's time, a combination of tablets and injections. Since this will mean more time off I've got to let folk know now. Managing their disappointment is not going to be fun.
Oh that is not at all bad, AuthorDiva ...as my second oncologist said to my 19 year old daughter in 2009: " There are processes in the life and reproduction of cancer cells that we don't completely understand yet". That was in reponse to her question "Why has she got cancer again after she was well for 13 years?"
Oh that is not at all bad, AuthorDiva ...as my second oncologist said to my 19 year old daughter in 2009: " There are processes in the life and reproduction of cancer cells that we don't completely understand yet". That was in reponse to her question "Why has she got cancer again after she was well for 13 years?"
Hopefully, someday they WILL understand what makes cancer work so that they can prevent it from working at all.
Oh that is not at all bad, AuthorDiva ...as my second oncologist said to my 19 year old daughter in 2009: " There are processes in the life and reproduction of cancer cells that we don't completely understand yet". That was in reponse to her question "Why has she got cancer again after she was well for 13 years?"
Hopefully, someday they WILL understand what makes cancer work so that they can prevent it from working at all.
Let us pray.
(I get annoyed with organizations like Komen, which raise money for "the cure." How about working on "the prevention," too?)
Well, my mother manages to be one of the rare post-menopausal women with triple oestrogen negative breast cancer, and with one of the two sentinel nodes removed testing positive. Further investigations pending.
Fuck this, and fuck the fact that my mum's too shattered to discuss it and all information is coming through my father.
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As for prognoses, they are frequently nothing but educated guesses. I was first diagnosed nine years ago (9 November, 2010) with a rare but very aggressive breast cancer. The average survival time for women with that cancer is 3 1/2-4 years. Last summer, when it mutated, I was told I'd be dead by Christmas (albeit with kinder phrasing); now, thanks to a study drug, I have a reprieve of some months. Keep plugging away, and kicking the can down the road. Know that you are in my daily prayers.
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Candle lit for you, @Robert Armin , at Our Place's shrine of Our Lady. I'll add one for your Mum tomorrow.
That's lovely. Perhaps you were inspired by the statue of the blessed Mother and Son.
Lord, in your mercy, hear our prayers.
At least her husband's just been given the all-clear after cancer treatment, but really - fuck cancer and the snake it came in on.
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Living on bluetoothed smart-phone with a 20 cm hot-plate... but got back to the house today ... catching up on everyone
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Hope your renovation goes smoothly from beginning to end, Gallilit.
I guess I am one of the fortunate ones. The uterine cancer that was recently discovered in me was in Stage 1B and had not spread to any lymph nodes. I had a hysterectomy in October and will go through 5 weeks of radiation treatments, 5 days a week, beginning in early December.
This is my second bout with cancer. Back in 2003, I was diagnosed with Stage 1 breast cancer, for which I underwent surgery, radiation and (a mild form of ) chemotherapy. Until my uterine cancer came along, I was cancer-free all those years.
I still say cancer sucks!
Even more "emotional work" for us!
Hopefully, someday they WILL understand what makes cancer work so that they can prevent it from working at all.
(I get annoyed with organizations like Komen, which raise money for "the cure." How about working on "the prevention," too?)
Fuck this, and fuck the fact that my mum's too shattered to discuss it and all information is coming through my father.