This is what a “clump of cells” looks like at 27 weeks. My god-daughter and her twin brother will soon be 12. Their mom nearly died giving birth. Tell me how aborting a child at this stage is anything but murder of another human.
@miles_commodore Amen!! Today’s society is weak. I blame participation trophies in sports. We played kickball and the kids picked last sucked at it. But we played anyway.
Three years ago, this week, I was diagnosed with stage 4 Cancer of Unknown Primary (CUP). I was given a maximum of nine months to live and told to get my affairs in order. I wasn’t willing to accept that. I went to Moffitt Cancer Center for a second opinion. They largely confirmed what my previous oncologist had said, but they wanted to present my case to their national tumor board to see if there was anything we could try. The tumor board came back with a plan: a treatment approach aimed at shrinking my tumors enough that they could be safely removed, then reassess from there. I did the treatment. The tumors were removed. Today, three years later, that nine-month timeline is long obsolete. My PET scans show no metabolic activity. Even so, I’m still on treatment—because the exact nature of my cancer remains a mystery. If you’re reading this and you’ve been given a hopeless diagnosis, I want you to know this:
You don’t have to settle for it. Advocate for yourself. Fight for a second opinion. Find an oncologist and a cancer center that is willing to fight with you and keep looking for options when others have stopped.
@miles_commodore Believe it or not, I saw people of color at the airport. They all had ID’s to show the TSA to clear the security check. No one screamed about racism and no fights broke out. It was all so normal. We were told POC would not have an ID to vote but yet they fly. I’m so confused!!