Friday, July 25, 2014
*cough, choke, cough*
I'm better, but this lingering bit of chest congestion can fuck the fucking fuck off. With knobs. And cheese.
Friday, July 18, 2014
ugh.
This bloody chest cold can fuck the fucking fuck off. My ribs and abs are killing me from the constant hacking and coughing.
Friday, July 11, 2014
Cancer.
My cousin has breast cancer. Had a mastectomy. Her oncologist said they didn't get it all, and that she's at stage 1. That can fuck off with a rusty chainsaw.
A good friend has stage 3 or 4 inflammatory breast cancer. Her doctors didn't catch it very quickly, because she was breastfeeding at the time, and they thought the initial symptoms were either mastitis, or blocked ducts. She's had four months of chemo, and they said she needs three more before they can attempt a mastectomy to try to get it under control.
That kind of cancer has a 34% chance of not recurring within five years.
And that kind of cancer can chainsawdomize itself with a rusty chainsaw.
A good friend has stage 3 or 4 inflammatory breast cancer. Her doctors didn't catch it very quickly, because she was breastfeeding at the time, and they thought the initial symptoms were either mastitis, or blocked ducts. She's had four months of chemo, and they said she needs three more before they can attempt a mastectomy to try to get it under control.
That kind of cancer has a 34% chance of not recurring within five years.
And that kind of cancer can chainsawdomize itself with a rusty chainsaw.
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