numberthirty wrote: Thu Jan 13, 2022 11:34 pm A close friend's step-brother wound up having colon/liver cancer surgery last year part of the way through the summer.

Last I had heard, he made it through Christmas just fine(minus the obvious rough patch after his surgery...)

Here's to hoping the guy gets as long as he wants.

Unfortunately, this guy passed just a little while back.

RIP Drew.

(Not "Our..." Drew, mind you)

It's been just under 4 months since my prostate surgery. A couple weeks ago I had a follow-up PSA test and it was undetectably low, indicating that things are very good. While I don't know what other health issues await me in the back nine of my life, I'm pretty sure prostate cancer has ceased to be one of them.

twelvepoint wrote: Tue May 16, 2023 10:17 am It's been just under 4 months since my prostate surgery. A couple weeks ago I had a follow-up PSA test and it was undetectably low, indicating that things are very good. While I don't know what other health issues await me in the back nine of my life, I'm pretty sure prostate cancer has ceased to be one of them.

That's great news! Awesome!!

Yeah, great news. Cheers!

Since as far as I can tell we don't have a "grief" or "remembering those that have gone" thread, I'm putting this here.
On the 6th of July, it will be 2 years since my BFF of 40+ years died from breast cancer. We went to school together, I was a bridesmaid at her wedding, and a part of her family for decades.

I still think of her every day. She was a veterinarian, and I adopted my very first cat with her while we were college friends. These last few days, I've dreamt of her, with me, my cats and her as a DVM advising me of how I should manage my 2 cats. I'm not superstitious, so I don't believe she is speaking to me from beyond the grave, but I do take those dreams as a "sign" or "push" to get on top of my cat's health care.

Still pissed as hell that her cancer recurred during Covid years, so I could not see her, or spend time with her in her last year+.
Cancer, go fuck yourself.

Ugh. I’m so sorry. Covid and cancer was/is a fuck off duo.

My spouse is going in for 10th and hopefully final inpatient round of leukemia treatment. We are at the “intensification” stage, which hopefully treats any undetectable cancerous cells in blood or bone marrow. It’s been 13 months of treatment since it happened, and a year to go of pill chemo. Cancer and the whole thing can fuck right off.

Spouse starting last inpatient treatment today. MRI for hip pain showed joint tears from chemo damage - yay, never ends. But hey, it's not avascular necrosis so THAT'S GOOD.

Fingers crossed no complications

Best of luck with it all.

So it looks like I’m joining this exclusive club. A routine blood test picked up decreased kidney function. Initially it was thought I’d accidentally poisoned myself with NSAIDs used to treat some lower back pain. But today I saw the kidney specialist and they think it’s Myeloma, a form of blood cancer. I’m having a bone marrow biopsy this week. The positive is she thought it’s been caught very early and successful treatment is highly likely. I still cried like a baby when I got home to my wife and have really struggled to keep it together in front of my two young daughters.

Fuck.

Life.

Thinking of you, FM Gramsci. A diagnosis is really a gut punch, and if it helps, feel free to post here if you need support or need to vent or just have folks acknowledge that you’re feeling a certain way.