^ The hair usually falls out on the second round of chemo. The first round brings on extreme ‘roid rage. Literally.
My cousin, Tynan, was diagnosed with it a week after his third birthday. Very sad, but he’s a soldier. He’ll be in treatment until he’s six; thankfully he’ll be able to go to school without worrying about whether he’ll be out for treatments.
The best thing you can do for them is just play with them, remind them that they’re loved, and hang on tight when the going gets tough. Stay strong for your friend as well, she’s going to need you. It’s a scary time, but luckily, medicine can make recovery possible. I definitely send good vibes to the family and I hope that everything turns out for the best in his case.
Thank you so much. I’m definitely keeping all of that in mind! <3
Nah, it came off because I was being too rough with the only shitty superstore air pump in my house. And this’ll be my third time having to replace a tube. I seriously kicked the damn air pump across the floor with how frustrating it was.
I visited my friend and her son today. He just finished his first round of chemo, and his hair hasn’t fell out (Thank goodness, I would have cried when I walked in, he has such beautiful hair). He was quite perky so we play with him and put together blocks. I got him a stuffed animal dog and I saw him cuddling with it. It was nice to see that he isn’t suffering now, but he’ll be doing chemo until he’s 4 :(
That’s him! Kirin.
I can’t handle stuff like this anymore… I was a paranoid freak prone to anxiety attacks before having a kid, back when it didn’t really matter if I lived or died in the grand scheme of things. Now I have something that I love more than life itself and I’m constantly freaking out about something happening to her. I’ve seen/heard of way too many babies dying from cancer. One girl I know online has a 4-month old with brain cancer that’s got a 5% survival rate.
Then there’s my 9-month-old nephew who almost died 2 weeks ago from a cold. A freaking cold!
I can’t handle hearing about shit like that. It gives me nightmares and severe panic attacks.
I don’t know how people survive the death of their kids. When I think about it, I know with 100% certainty that if Violet died, I’d kill myself. I just wouldn’t be able to continue existing if she wasn’t here. Not like I think my death would allow me to be with her, but I just couldn’t wake up every day and LIVE without her living.
I can’t handle stuff like this anymore… I was a paranoid freak prone to anxiety attacks before having a kid, back when it didn’t really matter if I lived or died in the grand scheme of things. Now I have something that I love more than life itself and I’m constantly freaking out about something happening to her. I’ve seen/heard of way too many babies dying from cancer. One girl I know online has a 4-month old with brain cancer that’s got a 5% survival rate.
Then there’s my 9-month-old nephew who almost died 2 weeks ago from a cold. A freaking cold!
I can’t handle hearing about shit like that. It gives me nightmares and severe panic attacks.
I don’t know how people survive the death of their kids. When I think about it, I know with 100% certainty that if Violet died, I’d kill myself. I just wouldn’t be able to continue existing if she wasn’t here. Not like I think my death would allow me to be with her, but I just couldn’t wake up every day and LIVE without her living.
That’s really sweet in a weird way. My mom has always said similar things. She’s always been like, “I’d have no idea what I’d do if I lost you, so just be careful…” I remember once I went to the hospital when my appendix ruptured and she was like “I was sooo worried, my poor little girl!” and apparently she was crying. I can’t even imagine if I had cancer.
I visited my friend and her son today. He just finished his first round of chemo, and his hair hasn’t fell out (Thank goodness, I would have cried when I walked in, he has such beautiful hair). He was quite perky so we play with him and put together blocks. I got him a stuffed animal dog and I saw him cuddling with it. It was nice to see that he isn’t suffering now, but he’ll be doing chemo until he’s 4 :(
That’s him! Kirin.
I can’t handle stuff like this anymore… I was a paranoid freak prone to anxiety attacks before having a kid, back when it didn’t really matter if I lived or died in the grand scheme of things. Now I have something that I love more than life itself and I’m constantly freaking out about something happening to her. I’ve seen/heard of way too many babies dying from cancer. One girl I know online has a 4-month old with brain cancer that’s got a 5% survival rate.
Then there’s my 9-month-old nephew who almost died 2 weeks ago from a cold. A freaking cold!
I can’t handle hearing about shit like that. It gives me nightmares and severe panic attacks.
I don’t know how people survive the death of their kids. When I think about it, I know with 100% certainty that if Violet died, I’d kill myself. I just wouldn’t be able to continue existing if she wasn’t here. Not like I think my death would allow me to be with her, but I just couldn’t wake up every day and LIVE without her living.
Stay away from where I live. Here in Clyde, we have what’s becoming known as the ‘Clyde Cancer Cluster’. They can’t figure out why, but mostly young kids here keep getting diagnosed with cancer. My old basketball coach’s son was one of 20 diagnosed and one of three to die from it since 2001. He died just a couple days before his 6th birthday.
The last victim of it died last summer. She was 11.
Nobody in my graduating class has had problems with it, but a girl who graduated a year before me died from it, and a guy who graduated a year after me has just been diagnosed with it and was given less than a year to live.
He was the most shocking one. He was a 3 sport athlete in high school and was on a baseball scholarship at BGSU.
It scares me to death that my niece and nephew are here in Clyde now. The state has been investigating and running tests since the first kid in 2001 and still cannot figure out what is happening here.
Allie, Brittany, and Alyssa: thoughts and hugs. I know I haven’t been coming around here much lately, but I still really care about you guys. . My PM-reading ees are open for you guys anytime.
Sitting in class next to my old best friend. My new best friend is her brother. I really dont want anything to with her because she brings nothing but drama and dischord to my life. She is a huge liar and hypocrit and oblivious to her selfishness. I have the hardest time getting her out of my life because she wasnt always like this. She is spiralling out of control and im tired of trying to help her out. Its happened time and time again, she just wont learn from her mistakes. I cant help her if she wont help herself i guess.
I have been having really extreme anxiety/panic attacks all the time. They’re so bad they’re causing me to faint, black out, or throw up. They mostly happen at work but sometimes they’ll just be out of nowhere when I’m reading or watching TV.
NEARLY ALL OF MY SHIT IS FUCKING BEING HELD HOSTAGE AND I’M MOVING IN 9 DAYS.
ldaifdjaodfiajfdajf fuck this douchenozzle. that’s what I get for depending on others. I’ve been trying to get my shit for months.
I just found out that my last Great-Grandparent, Gran Foster, passed away a few hours ago. She just turned 91 in December and I’m going to miss that old bitch.
. My PM-reading ees are open for you guys anytime.
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