It's been a strange week
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It was 10 years ago this morning that I got the call at work. My grandmother had passed away after a brief struggle with cancer. (stage 4 when they found it) I was able to get to the hospital to help comfort my grandfather who was in the advanced stages of Alzheimer's, and had held her hand as she slipped away. I remember wheeling him out of the hospital that morning...one minute sobbing like a baby, then suddenly asking where Vera was? :(( Around a half a dozen family members gathered at my grandparent's home that afternoon. As we were sitting around the table my grandfather once again asked my where Vera was...my uncle, with tears in his eyes said, 'Jack, Vera's gone...she's not coming back home.' He seemed to ponder this for a few seconds, then put both hands on his chest and said 'My heart! My heart!' For a few seconds, we all thought he as just grieving...five minutes later, the EMTs arrived. He was still conscious breathing as they put him in the ambulance for the 20 minute ride to the same hospital where Vera passed away less than 12 hours before. He suffered a heart attack in the ambulance but they were able to revive him, though he never regained consciousness. After all the siblings arrived, heeding my grandfather's own DNR request, the respirator was removed...he made it 6 more hours on his own. :(( After 67 years of marriage, they were buried together in a double ceremony complete with military honors. The loss of a mate can break your heart...literally. I've seen it. I've only shared this because I think it's a beautiful story. :) It would have been far sadder for him to have to realize the loss over and over. Since I seem to be writing a book here, just two days ago marks 4 years since cancer claimed my best friend and #1 caddy. We took up golf together and played in a regular foursome about every weekend for about 10 years. I used to love golf, now I rarely play. Oh, there's one other thing...my dad called yesterday to inform my that he has stage 1 stomach cancer. :wtf: He's having surgery next week and seems optimistic that it was found early. And, I've just received a phone call from a recruiter referencing my 10 year old resume...maybe more on that later. I apologize if this smells more like a farcebook posting, but I feel like I have more friends here anyway. :)
"Go forth into the source" - Neal Morse
A few weeks ago my wife had fast growing a lump removed from her thyroid. Thankfully benign. But just 16 months after losing my Dad to cancer, 7 months after losing my Aunt to cancer, and with her Dad in chemo, it was not a fun filled week. Just to top it off I've also been defeated by my own code! First time I've ever had to post a question here. New territory indeed.
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It was 10 years ago this morning that I got the call at work. My grandmother had passed away after a brief struggle with cancer. (stage 4 when they found it) I was able to get to the hospital to help comfort my grandfather who was in the advanced stages of Alzheimer's, and had held her hand as she slipped away. I remember wheeling him out of the hospital that morning...one minute sobbing like a baby, then suddenly asking where Vera was? :(( Around a half a dozen family members gathered at my grandparent's home that afternoon. As we were sitting around the table my grandfather once again asked my where Vera was...my uncle, with tears in his eyes said, 'Jack, Vera's gone...she's not coming back home.' He seemed to ponder this for a few seconds, then put both hands on his chest and said 'My heart! My heart!' For a few seconds, we all thought he as just grieving...five minutes later, the EMTs arrived. He was still conscious breathing as they put him in the ambulance for the 20 minute ride to the same hospital where Vera passed away less than 12 hours before. He suffered a heart attack in the ambulance but they were able to revive him, though he never regained consciousness. After all the siblings arrived, heeding my grandfather's own DNR request, the respirator was removed...he made it 6 more hours on his own. :(( After 67 years of marriage, they were buried together in a double ceremony complete with military honors. The loss of a mate can break your heart...literally. I've seen it. I've only shared this because I think it's a beautiful story. :) It would have been far sadder for him to have to realize the loss over and over. Since I seem to be writing a book here, just two days ago marks 4 years since cancer claimed my best friend and #1 caddy. We took up golf together and played in a regular foursome about every weekend for about 10 years. I used to love golf, now I rarely play. Oh, there's one other thing...my dad called yesterday to inform my that he has stage 1 stomach cancer. :wtf: He's having surgery next week and seems optimistic that it was found early. And, I've just received a phone call from a recruiter referencing my 10 year old resume...maybe more on that later. I apologize if this smells more like a farcebook posting, but I feel like I have more friends here anyway. :)
"Go forth into the source" - Neal Morse
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It was 10 years ago this morning that I got the call at work. My grandmother had passed away after a brief struggle with cancer. (stage 4 when they found it) I was able to get to the hospital to help comfort my grandfather who was in the advanced stages of Alzheimer's, and had held her hand as she slipped away. I remember wheeling him out of the hospital that morning...one minute sobbing like a baby, then suddenly asking where Vera was? :(( Around a half a dozen family members gathered at my grandparent's home that afternoon. As we were sitting around the table my grandfather once again asked my where Vera was...my uncle, with tears in his eyes said, 'Jack, Vera's gone...she's not coming back home.' He seemed to ponder this for a few seconds, then put both hands on his chest and said 'My heart! My heart!' For a few seconds, we all thought he as just grieving...five minutes later, the EMTs arrived. He was still conscious breathing as they put him in the ambulance for the 20 minute ride to the same hospital where Vera passed away less than 12 hours before. He suffered a heart attack in the ambulance but they were able to revive him, though he never regained consciousness. After all the siblings arrived, heeding my grandfather's own DNR request, the respirator was removed...he made it 6 more hours on his own. :(( After 67 years of marriage, they were buried together in a double ceremony complete with military honors. The loss of a mate can break your heart...literally. I've seen it. I've only shared this because I think it's a beautiful story. :) It would have been far sadder for him to have to realize the loss over and over. Since I seem to be writing a book here, just two days ago marks 4 years since cancer claimed my best friend and #1 caddy. We took up golf together and played in a regular foursome about every weekend for about 10 years. I used to love golf, now I rarely play. Oh, there's one other thing...my dad called yesterday to inform my that he has stage 1 stomach cancer. :wtf: He's having surgery next week and seems optimistic that it was found early. And, I've just received a phone call from a recruiter referencing my 10 year old resume...maybe more on that later. I apologize if this smells more like a farcebook posting, but I feel like I have more friends here anyway. :)
"Go forth into the source" - Neal Morse
And, you are still here, able to create a reality that honors those who have gone. :rose:
«The truth is a snare: you cannot have it, without being caught. You cannot have the truth in such a way that you catch it, but only in such a way that it catches you.» Soren Kierkegaard
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A few weeks ago my wife had fast growing a lump removed from her thyroid. Thankfully benign. But just 16 months after losing my Dad to cancer, 7 months after losing my Aunt to cancer, and with her Dad in chemo, it was not a fun filled week. Just to top it off I've also been defeated by my own code! First time I've ever had to post a question here. New territory indeed.
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It was 10 years ago this morning that I got the call at work. My grandmother had passed away after a brief struggle with cancer. (stage 4 when they found it) I was able to get to the hospital to help comfort my grandfather who was in the advanced stages of Alzheimer's, and had held her hand as she slipped away. I remember wheeling him out of the hospital that morning...one minute sobbing like a baby, then suddenly asking where Vera was? :(( Around a half a dozen family members gathered at my grandparent's home that afternoon. As we were sitting around the table my grandfather once again asked my where Vera was...my uncle, with tears in his eyes said, 'Jack, Vera's gone...she's not coming back home.' He seemed to ponder this for a few seconds, then put both hands on his chest and said 'My heart! My heart!' For a few seconds, we all thought he as just grieving...five minutes later, the EMTs arrived. He was still conscious breathing as they put him in the ambulance for the 20 minute ride to the same hospital where Vera passed away less than 12 hours before. He suffered a heart attack in the ambulance but they were able to revive him, though he never regained consciousness. After all the siblings arrived, heeding my grandfather's own DNR request, the respirator was removed...he made it 6 more hours on his own. :(( After 67 years of marriage, they were buried together in a double ceremony complete with military honors. The loss of a mate can break your heart...literally. I've seen it. I've only shared this because I think it's a beautiful story. :) It would have been far sadder for him to have to realize the loss over and over. Since I seem to be writing a book here, just two days ago marks 4 years since cancer claimed my best friend and #1 caddy. We took up golf together and played in a regular foursome about every weekend for about 10 years. I used to love golf, now I rarely play. Oh, there's one other thing...my dad called yesterday to inform my that he has stage 1 stomach cancer. :wtf: He's having surgery next week and seems optimistic that it was found early. And, I've just received a phone call from a recruiter referencing my 10 year old resume...maybe more on that later. I apologize if this smells more like a farcebook posting, but I feel like I have more friends here anyway. :)
"Go forth into the source" - Neal Morse
:rose::rose: Sounds familiar. Back in the early fall of 1998 my mother was diagnosed with a brain tumor. A month later she couldn't speak, write or understand what she heard or read. A biopsy removed enough tumor to temporarily give her back her language skills but also proved the tumor malignant. Radiation treatments had no effect. By late January (just after her 60th birthday) she lapsed into a coma and died. My 64 year old father handled her death stoically (they'd been married over 40 years) and we held her services a few days later. 5 days after she died while I was at work I got a call - my father had laid down for a late morning nap and never woke up. Coroner said he died of a broken heart. Still brings a tear to my eye if I dwell on it. My own lovely bride is a 3 year (so far) breast cancer survivor. CANCER SUCKS!!!
There are two types of people in this world: those that pronounce GIF with a soft G, and those who do not deserve to speak words, ever.
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:rose::rose: Sounds familiar. Back in the early fall of 1998 my mother was diagnosed with a brain tumor. A month later she couldn't speak, write or understand what she heard or read. A biopsy removed enough tumor to temporarily give her back her language skills but also proved the tumor malignant. Radiation treatments had no effect. By late January (just after her 60th birthday) she lapsed into a coma and died. My 64 year old father handled her death stoically (they'd been married over 40 years) and we held her services a few days later. 5 days after she died while I was at work I got a call - my father had laid down for a late morning nap and never woke up. Coroner said he died of a broken heart. Still brings a tear to my eye if I dwell on it. My own lovely bride is a 3 year (so far) breast cancer survivor. CANCER SUCKS!!!
There are two types of people in this world: those that pronounce GIF with a soft G, and those who do not deserve to speak words, ever.
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It was 10 years ago this morning that I got the call at work. My grandmother had passed away after a brief struggle with cancer. (stage 4 when they found it) I was able to get to the hospital to help comfort my grandfather who was in the advanced stages of Alzheimer's, and had held her hand as she slipped away. I remember wheeling him out of the hospital that morning...one minute sobbing like a baby, then suddenly asking where Vera was? :(( Around a half a dozen family members gathered at my grandparent's home that afternoon. As we were sitting around the table my grandfather once again asked my where Vera was...my uncle, with tears in his eyes said, 'Jack, Vera's gone...she's not coming back home.' He seemed to ponder this for a few seconds, then put both hands on his chest and said 'My heart! My heart!' For a few seconds, we all thought he as just grieving...five minutes later, the EMTs arrived. He was still conscious breathing as they put him in the ambulance for the 20 minute ride to the same hospital where Vera passed away less than 12 hours before. He suffered a heart attack in the ambulance but they were able to revive him, though he never regained consciousness. After all the siblings arrived, heeding my grandfather's own DNR request, the respirator was removed...he made it 6 more hours on his own. :(( After 67 years of marriage, they were buried together in a double ceremony complete with military honors. The loss of a mate can break your heart...literally. I've seen it. I've only shared this because I think it's a beautiful story. :) It would have been far sadder for him to have to realize the loss over and over. Since I seem to be writing a book here, just two days ago marks 4 years since cancer claimed my best friend and #1 caddy. We took up golf together and played in a regular foursome about every weekend for about 10 years. I used to love golf, now I rarely play. Oh, there's one other thing...my dad called yesterday to inform my that he has stage 1 stomach cancer. :wtf: He's having surgery next week and seems optimistic that it was found early. And, I've just received a phone call from a recruiter referencing my 10 year old resume...maybe more on that later. I apologize if this smells more like a farcebook posting, but I feel like I have more friends here anyway. :)
"Go forth into the source" - Neal Morse
I have lost a few people over the years: does not get easier. Lost my parents at the end of 2015. Dad first, mum 10 weeks later. Sad. :sigh:
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It was 10 years ago this morning that I got the call at work. My grandmother had passed away after a brief struggle with cancer. (stage 4 when they found it) I was able to get to the hospital to help comfort my grandfather who was in the advanced stages of Alzheimer's, and had held her hand as she slipped away. I remember wheeling him out of the hospital that morning...one minute sobbing like a baby, then suddenly asking where Vera was? :(( Around a half a dozen family members gathered at my grandparent's home that afternoon. As we were sitting around the table my grandfather once again asked my where Vera was...my uncle, with tears in his eyes said, 'Jack, Vera's gone...she's not coming back home.' He seemed to ponder this for a few seconds, then put both hands on his chest and said 'My heart! My heart!' For a few seconds, we all thought he as just grieving...five minutes later, the EMTs arrived. He was still conscious breathing as they put him in the ambulance for the 20 minute ride to the same hospital where Vera passed away less than 12 hours before. He suffered a heart attack in the ambulance but they were able to revive him, though he never regained consciousness. After all the siblings arrived, heeding my grandfather's own DNR request, the respirator was removed...he made it 6 more hours on his own. :(( After 67 years of marriage, they were buried together in a double ceremony complete with military honors. The loss of a mate can break your heart...literally. I've seen it. I've only shared this because I think it's a beautiful story. :) It would have been far sadder for him to have to realize the loss over and over. Since I seem to be writing a book here, just two days ago marks 4 years since cancer claimed my best friend and #1 caddy. We took up golf together and played in a regular foursome about every weekend for about 10 years. I used to love golf, now I rarely play. Oh, there's one other thing...my dad called yesterday to inform my that he has stage 1 stomach cancer. :wtf: He's having surgery next week and seems optimistic that it was found early. And, I've just received a phone call from a recruiter referencing my 10 year old resume...maybe more on that later. I apologize if this smells more like a farcebook posting, but I feel like I have more friends here anyway. :)
"Go forth into the source" - Neal Morse
Cancer's a [REDACTED]. I lost my dad to pancreatic cancer last year. His 60th birthday would have been on the 12th of this month.
What do you get when you cross a joke with a rhetorical question? The metaphorical solid rear-end expulsions have impacted the metaphorical motorized bladed rotating air movement mechanism. Do questions with multiple question marks annoy you???
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It was 10 years ago this morning that I got the call at work. My grandmother had passed away after a brief struggle with cancer. (stage 4 when they found it) I was able to get to the hospital to help comfort my grandfather who was in the advanced stages of Alzheimer's, and had held her hand as she slipped away. I remember wheeling him out of the hospital that morning...one minute sobbing like a baby, then suddenly asking where Vera was? :(( Around a half a dozen family members gathered at my grandparent's home that afternoon. As we were sitting around the table my grandfather once again asked my where Vera was...my uncle, with tears in his eyes said, 'Jack, Vera's gone...she's not coming back home.' He seemed to ponder this for a few seconds, then put both hands on his chest and said 'My heart! My heart!' For a few seconds, we all thought he as just grieving...five minutes later, the EMTs arrived. He was still conscious breathing as they put him in the ambulance for the 20 minute ride to the same hospital where Vera passed away less than 12 hours before. He suffered a heart attack in the ambulance but they were able to revive him, though he never regained consciousness. After all the siblings arrived, heeding my grandfather's own DNR request, the respirator was removed...he made it 6 more hours on his own. :(( After 67 years of marriage, they were buried together in a double ceremony complete with military honors. The loss of a mate can break your heart...literally. I've seen it. I've only shared this because I think it's a beautiful story. :) It would have been far sadder for him to have to realize the loss over and over. Since I seem to be writing a book here, just two days ago marks 4 years since cancer claimed my best friend and #1 caddy. We took up golf together and played in a regular foursome about every weekend for about 10 years. I used to love golf, now I rarely play. Oh, there's one other thing...my dad called yesterday to inform my that he has stage 1 stomach cancer. :wtf: He's having surgery next week and seems optimistic that it was found early. And, I've just received a phone call from a recruiter referencing my 10 year old resume...maybe more on that later. I apologize if this smells more like a farcebook posting, but I feel like I have more friends here anyway. :)
"Go forth into the source" - Neal Morse
kmoorevs wrote:
I've only shared this because I think it's a beautiful story. :) It would have been far sadder for him to have to realize the loss over and over.
This is what happened to my grandfather. I'll always remember when we were at the funeral home, and my grandfather asked my mom, "where's you mother, didn't she want to come?"
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It was 10 years ago this morning that I got the call at work. My grandmother had passed away after a brief struggle with cancer. (stage 4 when they found it) I was able to get to the hospital to help comfort my grandfather who was in the advanced stages of Alzheimer's, and had held her hand as she slipped away. I remember wheeling him out of the hospital that morning...one minute sobbing like a baby, then suddenly asking where Vera was? :(( Around a half a dozen family members gathered at my grandparent's home that afternoon. As we were sitting around the table my grandfather once again asked my where Vera was...my uncle, with tears in his eyes said, 'Jack, Vera's gone...she's not coming back home.' He seemed to ponder this for a few seconds, then put both hands on his chest and said 'My heart! My heart!' For a few seconds, we all thought he as just grieving...five minutes later, the EMTs arrived. He was still conscious breathing as they put him in the ambulance for the 20 minute ride to the same hospital where Vera passed away less than 12 hours before. He suffered a heart attack in the ambulance but they were able to revive him, though he never regained consciousness. After all the siblings arrived, heeding my grandfather's own DNR request, the respirator was removed...he made it 6 more hours on his own. :(( After 67 years of marriage, they were buried together in a double ceremony complete with military honors. The loss of a mate can break your heart...literally. I've seen it. I've only shared this because I think it's a beautiful story. :) It would have been far sadder for him to have to realize the loss over and over. Since I seem to be writing a book here, just two days ago marks 4 years since cancer claimed my best friend and #1 caddy. We took up golf together and played in a regular foursome about every weekend for about 10 years. I used to love golf, now I rarely play. Oh, there's one other thing...my dad called yesterday to inform my that he has stage 1 stomach cancer. :wtf: He's having surgery next week and seems optimistic that it was found early. And, I've just received a phone call from a recruiter referencing my 10 year old resume...maybe more on that later. I apologize if this smells more like a farcebook posting, but I feel like I have more friends here anyway. :)
"Go forth into the source" - Neal Morse
:rose: I have lost so many people to cancer, some closer than others. And have had two biopsies myself (hoping that 3 ain't a fix!). I am so pleased that your Dad has had an early diagnosis, and sincerely hope that all ends up ok. On a positive note I socialise with, or have worked with, survivors of cancer - they all had early diagnoses and the treatments worked because of that. Positive thoughts. Another thought - I don't send Christmas cards, instead, in lieu of spending it on cards, we donate a sum of money to Cancer Research (in my case UK but there are equivalents in many countries) ... a fixed sum for everyone that my immediate family has lost. To be honest, it's getting expensive these days. But I would rather pay out that way than waste money on commercialism. And it's working ... there are as many survivors now as there are deaths. Research will work! For the others that may read this - I encourage you all to donate in some way, small or large, to research into Cancer. #cancersucks (that was the polite one)
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It was 10 years ago this morning that I got the call at work. My grandmother had passed away after a brief struggle with cancer. (stage 4 when they found it) I was able to get to the hospital to help comfort my grandfather who was in the advanced stages of Alzheimer's, and had held her hand as she slipped away. I remember wheeling him out of the hospital that morning...one minute sobbing like a baby, then suddenly asking where Vera was? :(( Around a half a dozen family members gathered at my grandparent's home that afternoon. As we were sitting around the table my grandfather once again asked my where Vera was...my uncle, with tears in his eyes said, 'Jack, Vera's gone...she's not coming back home.' He seemed to ponder this for a few seconds, then put both hands on his chest and said 'My heart! My heart!' For a few seconds, we all thought he as just grieving...five minutes later, the EMTs arrived. He was still conscious breathing as they put him in the ambulance for the 20 minute ride to the same hospital where Vera passed away less than 12 hours before. He suffered a heart attack in the ambulance but they were able to revive him, though he never regained consciousness. After all the siblings arrived, heeding my grandfather's own DNR request, the respirator was removed...he made it 6 more hours on his own. :(( After 67 years of marriage, they were buried together in a double ceremony complete with military honors. The loss of a mate can break your heart...literally. I've seen it. I've only shared this because I think it's a beautiful story. :) It would have been far sadder for him to have to realize the loss over and over. Since I seem to be writing a book here, just two days ago marks 4 years since cancer claimed my best friend and #1 caddy. We took up golf together and played in a regular foursome about every weekend for about 10 years. I used to love golf, now I rarely play. Oh, there's one other thing...my dad called yesterday to inform my that he has stage 1 stomach cancer. :wtf: He's having surgery next week and seems optimistic that it was found early. And, I've just received a phone call from a recruiter referencing my 10 year old resume...maybe more on that later. I apologize if this smells more like a farcebook posting, but I feel like I have more friends here anyway. :)
"Go forth into the source" - Neal Morse
Don't apologise, just stand up tall and say proudly "Feck you Cancer! Feck You! And feck all your forms!"
veni bibi saltavi
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It was 10 years ago this morning that I got the call at work. My grandmother had passed away after a brief struggle with cancer. (stage 4 when they found it) I was able to get to the hospital to help comfort my grandfather who was in the advanced stages of Alzheimer's, and had held her hand as she slipped away. I remember wheeling him out of the hospital that morning...one minute sobbing like a baby, then suddenly asking where Vera was? :(( Around a half a dozen family members gathered at my grandparent's home that afternoon. As we were sitting around the table my grandfather once again asked my where Vera was...my uncle, with tears in his eyes said, 'Jack, Vera's gone...she's not coming back home.' He seemed to ponder this for a few seconds, then put both hands on his chest and said 'My heart! My heart!' For a few seconds, we all thought he as just grieving...five minutes later, the EMTs arrived. He was still conscious breathing as they put him in the ambulance for the 20 minute ride to the same hospital where Vera passed away less than 12 hours before. He suffered a heart attack in the ambulance but they were able to revive him, though he never regained consciousness. After all the siblings arrived, heeding my grandfather's own DNR request, the respirator was removed...he made it 6 more hours on his own. :(( After 67 years of marriage, they were buried together in a double ceremony complete with military honors. The loss of a mate can break your heart...literally. I've seen it. I've only shared this because I think it's a beautiful story. :) It would have been far sadder for him to have to realize the loss over and over. Since I seem to be writing a book here, just two days ago marks 4 years since cancer claimed my best friend and #1 caddy. We took up golf together and played in a regular foursome about every weekend for about 10 years. I used to love golf, now I rarely play. Oh, there's one other thing...my dad called yesterday to inform my that he has stage 1 stomach cancer. :wtf: He's having surgery next week and seems optimistic that it was found early. And, I've just received a phone call from a recruiter referencing my 10 year old resume...maybe more on that later. I apologize if this smells more like a farcebook posting, but I feel like I have more friends here anyway. :)
"Go forth into the source" - Neal Morse
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:rose: I have lost so many people to cancer, some closer than others. And have had two biopsies myself (hoping that 3 ain't a fix!). I am so pleased that your Dad has had an early diagnosis, and sincerely hope that all ends up ok. On a positive note I socialise with, or have worked with, survivors of cancer - they all had early diagnoses and the treatments worked because of that. Positive thoughts. Another thought - I don't send Christmas cards, instead, in lieu of spending it on cards, we donate a sum of money to Cancer Research (in my case UK but there are equivalents in many countries) ... a fixed sum for everyone that my immediate family has lost. To be honest, it's getting expensive these days. But I would rather pay out that way than waste money on commercialism. And it's working ... there are as many survivors now as there are deaths. Research will work! For the others that may read this - I encourage you all to donate in some way, small or large, to research into Cancer. #cancersucks (that was the polite one)