Some Guy's Wifes Journey Through Hell: Illustrated Version (NSFW) (1318 hits)
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Submitted by Habeeb Thomas <cr3do2000.at.yahoo.com> (View user info) at 2004-06-25 11:17:19 EDT
Now don't get me wrong, cancer is no joke. If cancer were Batman and chemo were Power Rangers, than there would be one hell of a fight.
I feel for ya brother man
But ya posted 5 times in one day.... http://www.ubersite.com/cgi-bin/message_get.cgi?user_id=9672
That is not acceptable
You could of easily made all that one post.
Here look poindexter...
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Part One
My wife took a journey that took her through hell, to the edge of tolerable existence, and back to life again. Her trip began about two years ago when she started feeling run down and tired all the time. She slept constantly, as soon as she got home from work she'd go to bed and not get up again until she was forced to by the blaring of her alarm. She went to her doctor and was told she had anemia and was treated as such. Her condition didn't improve. She was referred to an oncologist/hematologist, a blood doctor who also works with cancer patients or vice versa. We were told by that doctor later down the path, that as soon as he heard her case and met her that he knew instinctively what we were going to be dealing with but he went through the process required before making his official diagnosis anyway. My wife was subjected to tests ranging from simple blood tests to CT scans. She was poked, prodded, and generally harassed for about a month until the doctor was ready to conclusively give his diagnosis. He had told us what we might be facing as she went through the tests so my wife and I, our family, and friends prayed and hoped that the final word would not be the one we received. The doctor's diagnosis? Hodgkins Lymphoma, a cancer that affects the lymphatic system.
We were twenty-five at the time, had a five year old son, and were just beginning to feel like we were nearing some of our goals. We were planning to look for a house that summer, looking forward to some non-family vacations, and generally felt like life was going well. The day we received that news was one of the hardest days I'd ever lived, worse were coming
Part Two
The doctor that diagnosed and treated my wife is a very cool guy. He took the time to explain our options, console us, offer us resources to help us understand this disease, and went out of his way to be helpful.
The doctor told us that he wanted to put my wife on a treatment regimen called the Stanford Five. I can't remember the details of this particular treatment protocol as the day was difficult, but as I remember it this treatment involves five types of chemo drugs and radiation. He advised u that the radiation would begin after chemo and that it would be directed only at the cancerous areas in her body minimizing damage and discomfort. The chemotherapy was started four days later and lasted about six months.
Before starting chemo the doctor advised my wife to have a port installed. A port is a metal disk about the size of a half-inch quarter (if there were such a thing). On the top of this disc was a semi-permeable surface that they could insert a needle in to administer chemo. Coming out one end of this little disc was a little tube. When I say they installed this thing I mean they actually put it inside her body. They made two incisions, one to connect the tube to a large vein in her neck, and the other to put this thing under her skin. The port was placed above her breast under her skin. You could see a bump on her breastbone where this thing was. The idea is that rather than have an IV every time you have your chemo treatment you just hook up to his port, you still get poked every time it's just not as painful and keeps you from looking like a junky with needle tracks.
Part Three
I'm sure most everyone has heard the expression "it's gonna get worse before it gets better". That was our life that summer. My wife received chemo three times a week for six months. When she arrived at the doctor's office a nurse would put a needle into her port with a tube hanging off of it. The nurse then flushed the whole thing with saline before taking a blood draw, and then sent my wife back to the waiting room. After a few minutes another nurse would take her back for her treatment. Sometimes a syringe or two were all there was for the day, other times they would connect her to a drip bag where she would sit while the poison/medicine seeped into her body. The drugs they use are incredibly powerful and come with a plethora of nasty side effects so on top of the chemo drugs my wife was taking medicines to counteract the side effects. It didn't take long for the drugs to do their damage, after the first few treatments my wife started feeling the effects.
We had some good days and some horrible days. There's not much to do but struggle day to day, and wait and hope for the best but that can be hard to do when you're watching the woman you love being laid low by the very drugs that were supposed to help her. Some treatments rolled over her like a freight train and left her lying in bed, unable/unwilling to move. Others had little or no effect; we never knew what we had to look forward to until she received her treatment. She began to lose her beautiful long brown hair and her hair everywhere else for that matter. The hair on her head was the hardest for her though, it was part of her identity. She decided to cut it short so that she wouldn't have to watch it all fall out and make a more gradual transition to being bald. She cried long and hard about that and I was unable to help her with it really. My telling her that her hair is not who she is, or how beautiful she was in spite of the hair loss, or reminding her that it was temporary was completely meaningless.
I like to think I might have helped sometimes but the reality was that the disease in her body and the drugs fighting that disease were taking their toll on this incredible woman. She was fighting for her life and there was never a time you could forget that.
Part 4
My wife completed the hellish six months of chemo. That summer was like living a nightmare we couldn't wake from. The doctor was very aware of the toll this was taking on my wife and gave her a three week reprieve before radiation started. That three weeks wasn't enough time for my gorgeous wife to even begin to recover but at least they weren't pouring any more poison/medicine into her body.
The other thing that happened during that time was an operation. More pain, more suffering. The doctor informed us that some of the cancer, actually the biggest area in her body, was right next to her ovaries. Being so young, they didn't want to nuke those and force her into menopause so instead they wanted to move them. There was risk involved in this and the possibility that we might not have children again the normal way. We consented anyway. We decided that if we could not have more that at least we had our son. So, they moved the ovaries and lost the fallopian tubes. Again, my wife received another kick in the stomach. Without the fallopian tubes our only method to have another child is to harvest eggs, seed them, and plant them. It was difficult for my wife to accept that on top of everything else she'd been through. Eventually though you have to move on. What doesn't kill you makes you stronger. Right?
I can't remember the exact schedule for radiation. I know she went frequently and that as time went on she was drained of all energy. The radiation was directed to specific areas of her body to concentrate on only those areas where there was cancer to kill in order to try to minimize the discomfort and avoid other nasty side effects. It became impossible for her to eat any greens which is really hard for a vegetarian. One area where the radiation was being directed was near her bowels and the radiation did nasty things to anything fibrous. At each spot where they directed the radiation her skin turned brown, kind of like she was tanning and missed a spot putting on the lotion. By the time she received her last radiation treatment she was beat. She slept more than she was awake. She ate very little, everything either tasted bad or did bad things to her. She was just plain beat! Tired! Couldn't take anymore! Now it was time to wait.
Part 5
It seems that wait was all we did that year. Wait for the doctors to decide what's wrong, wait for diagnosis, wait for the next appointment to begin, and finally wait for it all to be over. My wife slowly began to feel better. She started regaining energy, her ability to eat, her ability to smile, and her hair began to grow back. She went back to work. We started our lives again. She has been cancer free for a year now, no guarantee, but plenty of hope. She goes to the doctor periodically for checkups to make sure that if it returns they can catch it sooner than later but her doctor is very optimistic that she will have a full recovery and that in ten years he'll be able to tell her that she is considered cured.
This incredible woman that I married was taken to the very edge of hell, perhaps into hell itself, and brought back again. Maybe not whole, but with the potential of being whole. She literally had poison poured into and shot at her body and can now honestly say that she feels good.
I can't speak for her but I think that she would have the same opinion. We could not have made it through this without our friends, family, and even some of the strangers who offered hope. When my wife shaved her head so that she wouldn't have to watch the rest of her hair fall out her co-workers held a benefit. Many of the men including the owner of the company lined up and had her shave their heads. Her mom lived with us in our dinky ass apartment during her chemo treatments and did everything in her power to make her comfortable. Our son, I think was the strongest inspiration for her to continue to fight every day. My family did all that they could to help, taking us out for an afternoon to play when my wife was feeling up to it, or just visiting and offering their love and support. His cute smile, ready laugh, and the love for his mommy made all the difference in the world. I can't begin to thank any of these wonderful people and the many others who helped us for the things they did. Cliché though it may be, mere words cannot cover my gratitude.
My wife is well, we started our lives again. It's incredible to watch this beautiful strong woman feeling so good. All I can say is: Thank You.
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See?
By rule of Uber law 15.5 subsection E, your penalty is to be 'Beebed
Good day, and good luck to your wife
GO BEARS WOO!!!
User Reviews
Submitted by orphelia (user info) at 2008-01-04 04:34:47 EST (#)
Ranking: 2
Seriously.
Also, this is mean.
Submitted by orphelia (user info) at 2008-01-04 04:16:03 EST (#)
Ranking: 2
I so want to give you a blow job.
Submitted by CoachMagirk (user info) at 2004-07-05 17:16:53 EDT (#)
Ranking: -1
The only reason why I didn't give this shitty post a -2 was the colourful and interesting throw up in the pictures.
Love,
Peepoepoewitz
Submitted by RideJohnnyRide (user info) at 2004-06-27 14:41:24 EDT (#)
Ranking: 2
DO IT
Submitted by Method (user info) at 2004-06-26 02:23:37 EDT (#)
Ranking: 2
I fucking love you, you talentless cunt
Submitted by Circe (user info) at 2004-06-26 02:15:52 EDT (#)
Ranking: -2
I fucking hate you, you talentless cunt.
Submitted by wijormiclat (user info) at 2004-06-26 02:09:13 EDT (#)
Ranking: 2
No Comment
Submitted by ChristPuncher (user info) at 2004-06-25 15:13:39 EDT (#)
Ranking: 0
simmer down everyone
or i'll whip out my hose
and i ain't talkin bout the one in the garden
wink wink wink
GO BEARS WOO!!!
Submitted by munkeypants (user info) at 2004-06-25 15:02:40 EDT (#)
Ranking: 0
Submitted by Brdn_Nkd (user info) at 2004-06-25 14:35:08 (#)
Ranking: 0
I, having not used Uber before, made the mistake of seperating those sections because I wrote them seperatly and thought that the length of it warranted the division. SORRY.
This was not a boo hoo story. It is however about my amazing wife surviving cancer. I really didn't know much about cancer beside the vague items you see in the media and thought my experience might give everyone a glimpse at what this is like.
Have a nice life fuck face.
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Hey. I read your story and it made me cry. this is uber not real life.
The assholes below will talk shit all day until they are swimming in it but I am sure in real life they will have to face this disease if they have not already. If not in themselves
then in a loved one. They're being idiots. So turn that frown upside down mister.
You and your wife been through the war and you came out a winner! Nobody's
words can bring you down now.
As for posting mistakes we ALL make them.
As for habeeb... don't take offense to him. he's not all there. (pointing to my noggin)
he's a good guy thought
Submitted by Loren1 (user info) at 2004-06-25 14:52:54 EDT (#)
Ranking: -2
Brdn_nkd-
".......Sorry for being new to the site. I seem to have missed the rule book section. will go look for it again so that small minded individuals like yourself won't have the opportunity to flame me for posting a personal experience.
Have a nice life fuck face. "
Stick around. Habeeb is just the resident pimple-faced, miserable, basement-dwelling troll around here.
The good outweighs the bad, believe it or not.
Submitted by fukfacedbastard <shittyshitty.at.bangbang.com> at 2004-06-25 14:38:56 EDT (#)
Ranking: 2
Oh I'm sorry,I didn't realize this was the "whine like a girl" bleedingheart message board?
Want some cheese with that whine fuckface?
Submitted by Brdn_Nkd (user info) at 2004-06-25 14:35:08 EDT (#)
Ranking: 0
I, having not used Uber before, made the mistake of seperating those sections because I wrote them seperatly and thought that the length of it warranted the division. SORRY.
I then, again having not used Uber before, was unaware of the unfortunate results of posting more than once in a day. SORRY
This was not a boo hoo story. It is however about my amazing wife surviving cancer. I really didn't know much about cancer beside the vague items you see in the media and thought my experience might give everyone a glimpse at what this is like.
I hope you enjoyed yourself and I hope even you don't have to experience it first hand because there's nothing quite like it. Sure, there are other diseases that are worse but not many.
Sorry for being new to the site. I seem to have missed the rule book section. will go look for it again so that small minded individuals like yourself won't have the opportunity to flame me for posting a personal experience.
Have a nice life fuck face.
Submitted by ChristPuncher (user info) at 2004-06-25 14:22:55 EDT (#)
Ranking: 0
come on now jerks
don't be like that
no one should have to go through cancer
GO BEARS WOO!!!
Submitted by oingoboino <jismjap.at.pearlharbor.shit> at 2004-06-25 14:15:18 EDT (#)
Ranking: 2
WAAAAAAAAAAA-WAAAAAAAAAAAA
Here's my sad little cancer story..... whoa is me, pity me for I am sad
Screw that asshat fucktard sombiotch
Submitted by cornholio <eatmyass.at.withaspork.com> at 2004-06-25 14:08:42 EDT (#)
Ranking: 0
"Her Flumbing is all Plucked up!!"
that was great
Submitted by Spiral_Abraxis (user info) at 2004-06-25 13:53:33 EDT (#)
Ranking: 2
I liked when she threw up all over in the end.
HAR HAR
Submitted by MonkeysAreFun <blungablungahey.at.cheese.com> at 2004-06-25 13:48:29 EDT (#)
Ranking: 2
BWAHAHAHAHAHAHAH
This was great.... fuck this guy and his cancer story...boo-hoo-fuckin-hoo
He's a pork smoker and so are all you "Oh that's so sad" spewing lying like you gave a fuck mouth breathers...
life sucks...get over it
Submitted by I_Have_a_Kristen_Fetish (user info) at 2004-06-25 13:24:32 EDT (#)
Ranking: 2
This is wrong on so many levels. +2
Submitted by ChristPuncher (user info) at 2004-06-25 12:34:23 EDT (#)
Ranking: 0
Submitted by Loren1 (user info) at 2004-06-25 12:21:16 (#)
Ranking: -2
You're a piece of shit. Mind your own fucking crappy posts and leave other people alone. You have sunk to a new level of low by mocking someone's suffering because YOU, the last person in the fucking world who should say something, has a problem with another user's posting habits? Fuck you
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Whew.
Damn
I guess someone's Aunt Flo is in town
Simmer down poontang and bake me a pie
OH LAWDY
GO BEARS WOO!!!
Submitted by KingFuzion (user info) at 2004-06-25 12:23:23 EDT (#)
Ranking: 2
I tried not to laugh at this, but there is something about Habeeb's great use of "OH LAWDY" that gets me everytime.
Habeeb is going to hell... and I'm laughing all the way with him.
Submitted by Loren1 (user info) at 2004-06-25 12:21:16 EDT (#)
Ranking: -2
You're a piece of shit. Mind your own fucking crappy posts and leave other people alone. You have sunk to a new level of low by mocking someone's suffering because YOU, the last person in the fucking world who should say something, has a problem with another user's posting habits? Fuck you.
Submitted by BLITZKREIG_BOB (user info) at 2004-06-25 12:05:43 EDT (#)
Ranking: 0
This is as wrong as two boys fucking in the woods.
But yet, I can't stop laughing at that damn picture.
"Now I have another place to plug in my printer"
Submitted by munkeypants (user info) at 2004-06-25 11:42:35 EDT (#)
Ranking: 2
Submitted by ChristPuncher (user info) at 2004-06-25 11:19:50 (#)
Ranking: 0
on a completely different note, here is a funny link
http://www.strangereports.com/nosepickersv.php
GO BOOGERS WOO!!!
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i am glad i am not alone in this. there is a whole underground society!!!
Submitted by WillZone (user info) at 2004-06-25 11:38:33 EDT (#)
Ranking: 2
Beeb: great post. (wow)
Mali: Don't try to understand about the one post a day. just accept it and know for next time.
Submitted by Malificent (user info) at 2004-06-25 11:30:40 EDT (#)
Ranking: 0
TaK -- thank you for a decent explanation for that. I wasn't aware that Uber operated that way.
ChristPuncher -- dude, spell my name right.
Submitted by TaK (user info) at 2004-06-25 11:28:58 EDT (#)
Ranking: 2
Beeb, this was funny, however much I hate to admit it.
Malificent:
The main reason people care about posting more than once a day is because the second
post you make in a day knocks your first post off the front page. If you're going
to post a story in parts it's better to do one a day so that more people will see it
and hopefully read it.
Submitted by ChristPuncher (user info) at 2004-06-25 11:26:48 EDT (#)
Ranking: 0
because thats the way it is magnificent
every time someone posts on uber, another post gets puched off the front page
it's the circle of uber
GO BEARS WOO!!!
Submitted by Malificent (user info) at 2004-06-25 11:25:04 EDT (#)
Ranking: -1
I'm having issues understanding why the fuck anyone gives a shit about posting more than once a day.
Submitted by AlahAckbar (user info) at 2004-06-25 11:24:18 EDT (#)
Ranking: 2
Ignoring the subject matter, which I hope the dude who wrote it does, I give it a +2
BTW, didn't he only post 3 in one day? And where are a copy of these "rules" I don't want to get "beebed"
It looks painful.....
Submitted by ChristPuncher (user info) at 2004-06-25 11:23:14 EDT (#)
Ranking: 0
don't be jealous lucid
Submitted by lucid (user info) at 2004-06-25 11:21:55 EDT (#)
Ranking: -2
Poorly executed, low brow humor from an easily challenged mind.
Submitted by Robot9598 (user info) at 2004-06-25 11:21:48 EDT (#)
Ranking: 2
00101011 00110010
Submitted by ChristPuncher (user info) at 2004-06-25 11:19:50 EDT (#)
Ranking: 0
on a completely different note, here is a funny link
http://www.strangereports.com/nosepickersv.php
GO BOOGERS WOO!!!
Submitted by munkeypants (user info) at 2004-06-25 11:19:34 EDT (#)
Ranking: 2
oh... my .. fucking.. god
that is the most i've heard you say!