Damn dude. You're a fucking beast. Take this from a survivor of cancer as well, I am blown away by this.
I had a testicle swell up to the size of a large avocado - get as hard as a rock, and had to have it surgically ripped out at my waist by it's cord. Unfortunately it spread to my lymphnodes, so I underwent 9 weeks of chemo. I got a bag of bleomycin every single Wednesday (that shit is brutal), and on weeks 1, 4 and 7, I went in mon - Fri for 4.5 hours worth of chemo treatment. I'd watch patient after patient come in, get a small bag of treatment, and leave before I'd finish 1 of my 2-3 bags (depending on day). The only help was cannabis extracts (only puked twice during the entire time and I actually gained several pounds over that time too. Munchies are serious). Even with that though, it was excruciating. I vividly remember one night just curling into a ball on my bed and crying because it felt like all my bones were being broken. I still forced myself to do all the things I needed and wanted to - but God damn did it hurt.
I cringe at the thought of 3 months - and shudder at the thought of 3 more; and you're over here looking like you just got fucking laid after doing a cosplay of Lex Luthor like a motherfucking badass.
rainey-street on August 8th, 2020 at 16:26 UTC »
It's great to see you smile like that. You holding up alright?
OptimusSublime on August 8th, 2020 at 17:18 UTC »
Cancer sucks, fuck cancer. But a small miniscule atom sized bit of good news is at least you don't have hair on your ass.
AmbivalentAsshole on August 8th, 2020 at 18:06 UTC »
Damn dude. You're a fucking beast. Take this from a survivor of cancer as well, I am blown away by this.
I had a testicle swell up to the size of a large avocado - get as hard as a rock, and had to have it surgically ripped out at my waist by it's cord. Unfortunately it spread to my lymphnodes, so I underwent 9 weeks of chemo. I got a bag of bleomycin every single Wednesday (that shit is brutal), and on weeks 1, 4 and 7, I went in mon - Fri for 4.5 hours worth of chemo treatment. I'd watch patient after patient come in, get a small bag of treatment, and leave before I'd finish 1 of my 2-3 bags (depending on day). The only help was cannabis extracts (only puked twice during the entire time and I actually gained several pounds over that time too. Munchies are serious). Even with that though, it was excruciating. I vividly remember one night just curling into a ball on my bed and crying because it felt like all my bones were being broken. I still forced myself to do all the things I needed and wanted to - but God damn did it hurt.
I cringe at the thought of 3 months - and shudder at the thought of 3 more; and you're over here looking like you just got fucking laid after doing a cosplay of Lex Luthor like a motherfucking badass.
What a goddamn LEGEND