When a friend told me that her relative had cancer, it was hard to find the right words. She was so sad and I wanted to make her feel better. I've never been the best with words but can make art, and this image popped into mind. Hope this reaches her and others who are going thru the same things, and makes them smile a little, or gives them hope and courage. God bless all of you!
My 72 year old mother-in-law (a vivacous woman who easily looks 20 years younger) just had surgery that confirmed it was ovarian cancer - stage 2.
Her young female surgeon took a shine to "Gramma Sue" who reminded her of her own mother and following surgery sat beside her on the bed and held her hand explaining everything that she saw, removed, and that while she felt encouraged, that it was still indeed, cancer. Gramma Sue (still slightly sedated) promptly said "FUCK." The doctor loved it and proceeded to tell her about a cute bracelet that pretty much summed up the same sentiment -- hence my order for Gramma Sue today. You have to know this wonderful lady, her incredible sense of humor and why I just know this bracelet will be perfect for her -- you see, even the ladiest of ladies among us has it in her to call it as she sees it -- you rock Gramma Sue!!!
n 2004, out of the blue, I got a bump on my neck whcih quickly moved to a lump on my face. I was 47 and the only history of cancer in my family was my mother [ ovarian @ age 55]. I did not smoke, I work as a Marriage and Family Therapist, I worked out, etc.. After months of anxious delays and multiple time-wastings tests here in Kitchener ON, a biopsy revealed Stage II Non-Hodgkins Large Diffuse B-cell Lymphoma. Would have killed me in about 18 months. As you probably had, I was given CHOP + Rituxan and , touch wood, have been in remission, now for almost the 9th year.
A tough guy at my gym, not disposed to many words, told me in all sincerity during my treatment, "Fuck cancer..." . Just this meant more than most people's thoughts about my situation put together.
I support your efforts and will be buying one of your bracelets. My mother and uncle died from it. Two work mates died from cancer and a dear friend who was a talented artist and brother of the Sea Shepherd's Captain Paul Watson died at age 54 from it.
Long life and good health. For now, we have beaten this MoFo devil back.
Blessings Warriors, Survivors & ANY whose life has been touched by cancer. I came out of a short remission December 2012 & resumed chemo of 7 days on 21 days off and four days after my second round I got sick. I ended up in the hospital February 13 and came home March 1. Little did I know that those days would be spent fighting for my life and would have even more life changing consequenses for me. I almost died. Three days with fevers of 105 & higher only to be rushed into surgery because my port line in my chest was the cause and not only was my blood filled with staph but I also went septic. Most of those days are a blur but my chemo has come to an end for now as I prepare after spending the past two weeks preparing, all marked and ready for a meeting with my doctor who is doing surgery to preform an Ostomy, my colon didn't do to well as we waged war to keep me alive. I have been on TPN and unable to eat by mouth since I went into hospital. HOWEVER, I may now have a new lane added on my path but I WILL WIN! Cancer nor anything it causes will win my war, I will. I may have cancer but it does not have me! Each day I proudly wear my bracelet and shout FUCK CANCER EMBRACE LIFE!!! We only have this moment, we are ALIVE, we are LOVED, we LOVE! EMBRACE EACH MOMENT and I will post when I am recovered and ready to connect my fingers to a key board. It may be from a hospital bed but I AM A CANCER WARRIOR! FUCK CANCER, EMBRACE LIFE!
On Sunday September 2, 2012, Taite Boomer passed away after a short, but courageous battle with a brain tumor. He was only 20 years old. An amazing young man with the wisest of souls, Taite left behind a legend most people will never achieve in their lifetime. Honest, smart, loving and strong are a few of the many positive traits that have been consistently used to describe Taite. Yet it was his unwavering strength, both physical and mental, that allowed him to fight the aggressively advanced cancer for as long as he did. Taite neither complained nor allowed himself to be a portrait of self-pity. Instead, he exuded hope. Hope that he spread to his friends, family and girlfriend, telling them that everything would be okay.
First diagnosed with an anaplastic astrocytoma on June 8, 2012, Taite died less than three months later. For those of you who may not know, an anaplastic astrocytoma is an advanced form of brain cancer that grows very quickly. Over the course of those three months, Taite lost his ability to speak and almost all function in the right side of his body, leaving him dependent on others for the simplest of everyday tasks. Although brain cancer is not as publicized or, more importantly, as well researched as other types of cancer, it is becoming more pervasive in society and many people who suffer from deadly brain tumors don’t stand much of a fighting chance. For this reason, we would like to utilize Taite Boomer’s brave story to help raise awareness of brain cancer, promote further research and ultimately, find a cure. We encourage you to read and share Taite’s story with as many people as you can.
Taite Boomer was born on November 15, 1991, in Edmonton, Alberta. Being the youngest of three energetic and athletic boys, Taite led a very active life. He played both hockey and lacrosse, and went to the gym daily. Taite was extremely intelligent and achieved honors throughout junior and senior high school. Continuing this trend into university, he received early acceptance into the prestigious Faculty of Business at the University of Alberta. Despite being on two athletic teams, Taite achieved some of the top grades in his classes, exercised daily, and he still found valuable time for his family, friends, and girlfriend. He was in every sense of the phrase a well-rounded individual with a very bright future ahead of him.
January 2, 2012, was the first time that symptoms of the tumor were displayed. Taite collapsed at the gym during a workout. Once at the hospital, doctors told him it was simply dehydration, but four days later he collapsed again. All cardiology and neurological tests came back with normal results and the doctors told Taite to keep his electrolyte levels up by drinking sports drinks during workouts.
On February 3, 2012, Taite had a grand mal seizure while sleeping and once again found himself back at hospital. Finally doctors referred Taite to a neurologist. Querying epilepsy, he was placed on an anti-seizure medication called Tegretol and a CT scan, EEG, and MRI were ordered to determine the cause of the seizures. Within the month Taite went in for his CT scan and EEG and neither of these procedures showed any abnormalities.
Five months after his first seizure, Taite went in for his scheduled MRI on June 7, 2012. This time, results revealed that he had a brain tumor on his left frontal cortex. Soon after, a week later to be precise, a contrast MRI was performed. This procedure would allow the doctors to see whether the tumor was benign or in fact, cancerous. The dye used in the contrast MRI did not augment, in turn leading the doctors to believe that the tumor was benign, or at the most low-grade. Looking at these results, they told Taite that the tumor was not serious and he should come back in three months for another MRI to monitor the tumor.
Over the next few weeks, Taite began to develop more severe symptoms of the brain tumor. His right arm became increasingly weaker and his speech became slurred. Taite went back to see the doctor and a second contrast MRI was performed. After receiving these results, the decision was made to do a biopsy. During the two-week long wait for the biopsy, Taite’s right leg also began to get weak and his speaking became so difficult that he could only manage to get out a few comprehensible words at a time.
On July 25, 2012, Taite entered the hospital for his biopsy. After surgery, Taite was extremely nauseated and unable to sit up or even eat for several days. When he was released on July 30, he was unable to walk without a cane and assistance. As we waited for results, Taite’s condition only worsened. On August 9 he experienced a minor seizure and was admitted back into the hospital. The next day we finally received the biopsy results declaring that Taite’s tumor was a grade III anaplastic astrocytoma with features consistent to that of a small cell variant. Beyond the diagnosis of a hostile and rapidly moving form of cancer, the doctors were unsure of a prognosis.
Released from the hospital on August 13, Taite’s doctors referred him to the Cross Cancer Institute (CCI). On August 16, at his first appointment at the CCI, Taite met with his treatment team to discuss the treatment protocol. Treatment, which included chemotherapy and radiation, was scheduled to start on September 6.
On September 1, 2012, Taite went to bed earlier than usual and couldn’t be roused for his evening medication. After monitoring his condition for several hours, his parents decided to call an ambulance. A CT scan was done upon arrival at the hospital and a serious brain bleed was discovered.
There was nothing the doctors could do to save Taite’s life. The Boomer family made the brave and selfless decision to donate his viable organs, so Taite was put on a ventilator and his vitals were monitored. At 6:27 p.m. on September 2, Taite was declared deceased. He was placed on life support, and over the following 25 agonizing hours, organ recipients were found.
While Taite lay unresponsive and unconscious, at least 40 members of his friends and family lined the hospital hallways to say goodbye. We hope that Taite heard all of our kind words, memories, and prayers and knew how greatly he was loved. More than 500 people came to his memorial on September 15, 2012 and we can only hope that Taite saw how many lives he touched in the short time he was alive.
Taite Boomer saved two lives on the day he died. His liver went to one man, while his heart and lungs went to another man who would have died had he not received a heart and lungs from the same donor. We hope that these two people will go on to inspire others to consider organ donation and Taite may indirectly save even more lives.
Taite suffered from a very aggressive and rare brain tumor. This tumor was not a textbook case. Anaplastic astrocytomas are more common in men than in women and they tend to occur in patients who are in their forties. For Taite to have one at the young age of 20 was strange. On the initial MRI, the tumour appeared to be of a less aggressive grade, but in actuality it behaved more like an extremely aggressive tumor. Due to the limited amount of research on the brain and brain tumors, the doctors were unable to anticipate the rapid progress of Taite’s tumor.
We need YOUR help to fight brain cancer. In order to promote and fund further research on brain tumours, in turn helping us to find better treatments, we need to bring more awareness to brain cancer and its many forms. So please help us share Taite Boomer’s story. We urge you to learn more about brain cancer and find ways to get involved with the search for the cure.
Thank you for taking the time to read Taite's story. Please visit www.taiteboomer.com to learn more about the Taite Boomer Memorial Brain Tumor Foundation.
Our daughter Tessa, age 14, just finished battling cancer for the second time in her young life. Tessa was diagnosed with Bilateral Retinoblastoma (RB) at age 3.5 months. Her right eye was enucleated (removed) at 5.5 months & she had chemotherapy & laser therapy. She was in remission for 11 years, until she was diagnosed last April 13, 2012, with Osteosarcoma (bone cancer). Tessa endured 7 months of intense, high dose chemotherapy & her left leg was amputated (Rotationplasty). She finished her chemo protocol on Nov 25/12. She has been walking with a prosthetic leg for 2.5 months now & has just been casted for her 2nd leg already! She is doing well! She is being home tutored due to her low counts & no antibodies to fight off infections at the time. She has learned how to play sledge hockey & was just sized for an adapted tryke, so that she may start cycling again this summer. Tessa was a competitive swimmer & triathlete when she was stricken with Osteosarcoma. She has been back in the pool once so far since last April & hopes to be in the pool again soon once her counts rise. I will be ordering 2 small silver bracelets for Tessa & myself & 1 large silver one for her father, my husband, Rusty. I will also be ordering 1 medium for my best friend Rob, who is palliative & whom I take to all of his chemotherapy appointments, doctor's appointments & whom means the world to me as well! That is how I heard about your bracelets - yesterday when I took Rob to his chemo appointment - the nurse was telling us about the bracelets. His face just lit us, as did mine! Yes we said to each other, we want those bracelets. I thank you for listening to our story. Yours sincerely, Annie Smith
It seems that the past 6 weeks are a blur in my mind. As we started to heal from the loss of one of our dogs my body decided to tell me that it was not feeling well. The aches & pains in my bones was followed by all kinds of other physical issues. My energy level dropped to zero and I knew that the cancer had returned. I saw my oncologist on the 18th and by the time I had left his office I was already on the schedule to beginning more rounds of chemo January 2. He wanted to start right away but with us having everyone at our house; (4 kids, 3 girls, 1 boy aged 23-28) I was not about to start my war yet. I had to break the news to my partner and our families. Having done that I find myself over these past days looking at cancer in a whole new way. Knowing it is in the very marrow of my bones, pumping freely through out my whole body and I am a little taken aback but I am PISSED OFF & MAD AS HELL! I WILL NOT be defeated by this ugly disease that has already taken so many people that I love and have come to know. SO, I have had to put my "big boy" boots on because I have some ass kicking to do so Cancer be warned.
I so appreciate each passing moment. Many times I will sit in silence with my dog and take in the sounds of everything, Embracing each breath I take in that gives me LIFE and as life happens in the moment, ALL is good. I am Loved, I Love, I Live, I EMBRACE my life as each moment happens because it is that "moment we are in, even now as you read this, that we are truly ALIVE! FUCK CANCER EMBRACE LIFE! This moment now is all that we know we have so we better make the most of each passing moment as life passes through us with the tick of each second in cadence with each beat of our heart.
One of my doctors, Dr. Derrick Knowles, is head over heals about my bracelet. He is new on my team and will be my general primary doctor to take care of anything should I get very ill from treatment. I have a feeling he will be ordering from you and may inquire on making them available to many of his patients who are, like myself, fighting a deadly terminal disease. He had pulled up the web site on his computer before I left my appointment with him Thursday.
So my friends, that is the latest news from me and my fight with cancer. My rounds are scheduled like this, 7 days on for 3 hours each day followed by 21 days off and then 7 days on......... we have scheduled out 6 rounds already and I told my doctors we will take it as each day happens and what ever happens will be. I am a WARRIOR, I am a CANCER WARRIOR, I WILL WIN! FUCK CANCER EMBRACE LIFE! Live like you have never lived before.
My Mother was diagnosed on August 23, 2012 with stage 4 metastic lung cancer, it had gone to her brain, the mesentary lining of the brain, right adrenal gland, and spine. For over a year the only symptom she had was ear pain and was treated repeatedly for inner ear issues. She woke up in August with facial numbness and insisted that a CT be done, that's when they found it in her brain. They then did a full body CT and found where it had all started. My Mom started her chemo and radiation mid september and by November 17 I was having to sign papers to put her on hospice (the hardest thing I have ever done in my life) and then tell my younger brother (the next hardest thing I have ever done). My Mother passed from this life on November 21, 2012 at 0132 at the age of 61 years young. She had just retired June 30, 2012 from a factory job (Whirlpool) that she held for 36 years. I am heart broken on so many levels for so many different things..for the things she didn't get to do, the things she will never see, our children not having her here, the things I can't say or the things I can't hear, the list goes on. My brother and I were right beside her when she took her last breath, just as she was when we took our first. She was a very strong, beautiful, intelligent, outgoing lady that was full of life and loved by all that came in contact with her and she will be missed greatly. I bought this bracelet because I finally found the words that encompass everything I feel at this very moment........f*@? cancer!! Stacy
I haven't had to deal with cancer personally, but I see it every day working for a doctors office. Then 6 years ago my mother was diagnosed with bladder cancer in January 2007. A few weeks later she had surgery to remove her bladder. She did chemo and came back with all her CT scans clean. My parents wintered in Arizona that year and made many friends and it was the time of there life. They were just starting to be able to enjoy 'the golden years' together, after every started it was commonly hear from mom, 'the golden years my a$$'
A year later she was having a lot on pain and it was found that she had a kidney stone and needed to have a stent put in. At that time they did a full body CT scan, both for prior to surgery and for a check up. She had a mass in her lung. She had the kidney stent put in and started chemo again.
At her 6 month check up following that round of chemo, it was not only in her lungs it had moved into her liver and lymphatic system.
On January 28, 2009 at around 7:00am she lost her fight with her family surrounding her, she was always scared of being along when she was called home, but the family was there and my father and brother were holding her hand when she took her last breath.
My best friend
Just over a year later my best friend, who's birthday was January 28th, found out she was pregnant with her first child. At 3 or 4 months along she found a mass. She waited a few weeks until her doctors appointment assuming that it was just the changes from the pregnancy and nothing to worry about. Unfortunately she was wrong and was diagnosed with breast cancer in I believe March or April 2010, 28 and pregnant.
She was a fighter, she took the antenatal safe chemo and continued her pregnancy instead of aborting it to give her self a better chance, she was always the type to put others first, and she loved that little girl long before she had her. She was told at that time they didn't think she would survive to deliver her baby. Of course she found like hell, she had a lot of fight and spirit in her.
The form of cancer that she had was very aggressive, after her daughter was born she had a mastectomy and continued on treatment. Everything looked like it was fine until she developed a rash on her chest that was the cancer spreading into her lymph nodes in her chest. She was on and off many different types of chemo in an attempt to get her cancer to shrink. In November 2012 she was told that they weren't checking her as you would have expected for side effects as they never expected her to life as long as she did. Her oncologist had said that in all his years he had never seen anyone life as long as she had, and in such good condition. The entire time things were bad between treatments and check up she was working for the Hereditary Breast and Ovarian Cancer Society. Even through the trials she was going through she was using it try to help others.
Anyway after this they started to other treatments, and after time started her on a drug trial. While she was on the drug trial she was driving home one day and started to have vision problems. After check up with her doctors the cancer had moved into her brain sac and radiation was started, as I found out later it was also in the sac around her spinal cord.
In July 2012 she was admitted to hospital for constipation problems. They were working on getting that together and fixed for her so she could go home. August 2012 her oncologist told her that there was nothing more that they could do other then keep her comfortable. Aug 24, 2012 I was called by her brother to tell me that the doctors had told them she didn't have much longer and if I wanted to be able to see her I needed to make the trip very quickly. The cancer was also in her lungs I found out at that time and she only had about 25% working, she was having trouble breathing and didn't want oxygen or to be reassessed.
I was able to get there but just before 7:00 that night she lost her fight. The cancer was also in her lungs I found out at that time and she only had about 25% working.
I've lost two of the most amazing women that you would every know. My best friend told me about the F Cancer Embrace Life site in March 2012. Since then I thought I would like one, but figured I would wait. For Christmas this a gift to myself because I believe in what it says and stands for. This is the attitude that both of them had. The time that they were diagnosed until the day that they were called home the did Embrace life. I'll be wearing my bracelet in honor of them, I intend to get both of their initials engraved on it, and because they are forever alive in my heart and I want people to see it and asking me about it so I can tell them about the wonderful beautiful women that I lost because of it. F cancer!
Last year, November 7, 2011 I was laying in a hospital bed at deaths door. I was fighting for my life, didn't really know because I was so sick, but fighting this fricking cancer called Myeloidsplastic Syndrome, Leukemia of the Bone Marrow. I had been diagnosed only in August and started chemo, without much fanfare or explanation shortly there after. 7 days on, 21 off.... Over and over... In the hospital every month and some months more than once... However, I went sky diving, have video and pictures to show it but lived each day as it was the last or the first... Didn't matter because I sad FUCK CANCER!!!!!! I LIVE TODAY!!! I EMBRACE TODAY!!!! I ONLY HAVE MY NEXT HEART BEAT & BREATH......
I do have a story to tell as does my family & doctor. FUCK CANCER! EMBRACE LIFE! I AM A WARRIOR & SURVIVOR! August 2, 2012 at 2:47 PM PST I was informed I was in TOTAL REMISSION....... Still am and soon my rapid port line will be removed from my chest and that says FUCK CANCER, I BEAT YOUR ASS!
I did just order my bracelet so my phone number is on my order.
Vancouver, WA 98663 USA
This has been a roller coaster of pure denial... LOL Here is my little story and my love of Embrace Life Fuck cancer..
I was planning a fabulous trip to the beach and while i was trying on clothes I noticed I had a rash all over me - especially my Right upper thigh by a Mole..
a week later I was off to the dermatologist and rashsmash- he only had eyes for my Mole.. :( As my mole was highjacked and I was left with a hole in my thigh.. My Main concern at that point was- Great now I can't go on Vacation with a hole in my leg.... :( 6 days later I received "The Call" You Have Melanoma... "WHAT???? Off to the Plastic Surgeon had a surgery to remove the rest of the melanoma and 4 lymph nodes taken out of my Groin. - 4 days later I received "The Call" The MellllaHella Has spread to your Lymph nodes.... Two weeks later another surgery- all lymph nodes in Groin Removed- Pet Scan - Blah Blah Blah- Stage 3 Melanoma- 1 year of Chemo.. To make a long story short- I ended up having 3 Lung Biopsies after the start of the chemo and finally (7 months later) was told I had to stop treatment as the interferon had induced Sarcoidosis in My Lungs... Great:) I also in the meantime developed Horner's syndrome... OY... And a Brain Tumor - which was benign:) It was removed in April 2012:) So it has been a very long year but whenever I look down I see my Fuck Cancer Bracelet and I decide to embrace life and everyone around me.. Luckily for me I am in remission as of 6 Months.. :) Also I never really believed it was happening to me- it was surreal and I was definitely in my own little world.. :) Thanks Denial We will be friends for life... XXOO
In the last week of October, 2012 I have graduated university, got to celebrate my one year anniversary of being cancer-free, and have turned 23 years old!
I begin my story of how I faced cancer on a positive note because I like to put a positive spin on my journey, to show everyone that I survived and life moves on with or without a cancer diagnosis.
I was diagnosed with Hodgkin's Lymphoma in February, 2011. I was in the middle of my fourth year of university and was collecting data to present my thesis on the presumptions/public views on the meaning and prevalence of alcoholism.
Suddenly, my world was turned upside down.
I was a 21 year old, scared of the word cancer, unable to think clearly about what the outcome of this diagnosis would be or to even comprehend what was happening so quickly and had forced me to move back home, put school and work on hold, and concentrate on my health as I struggled through 6 gruelling months of chemo and 15 radiation treatments.
A full year has passed since I completed cancer treatments on October 28th, 2011... and I am so proud to say that I was able to finally conclude my undergrad experience in University as I attended my convocation ceremony October 27th, 2012. It was one of the greatest, most exhilarating feelings I have felt, walking across the stage and receiving my Degree.
I have always been a positive person but the eye-opening experiences I have faced throughout my cancer journey, has made me open up to life and realize that every day is a gift. I have learned to be confident in who I am because being a survivor, I know how strong I am now and that I can do anything I want to do. I have learned a lot about myself and the people I choose to surround myself with.
I think that my experience with cancer has touched me and given me and those who know my journey, a new outlook on life...that we only get one shot, so we should live life to the fullest, don't worry so much about things that truly don't matter, and to NEVER give up!!
Cancer will forever be with me wherever I go.
But I will not let reminders of the hard times throughout the time I was diagnosed or the fear of relapsing get a hold of me and pull me in. I am a fighter!
Every day, I remind myself...
Cancer is a WORD, Surviving is a LIFESTYLE
...and it allows me to embrace life!
Cancer and I have a very long a intimate history like many. I have lost uncles, grandparents and almost 6 years ago I lost my best friend, my mother.
I also, like many, have a life story, a story before cancer. I have survived many things, Childhood sexual abuse, adolescent rape, emotional and physical spousal abuse. I survived, but I was just surviving, not living. Now I am surviving cancer, but more than that, I am living and living life.
I was diagnosed with pancreatic, liver, and thyroid cancer September 19, 2011. I was told over 13 months ago that I had 3 - 6 months to live. I am terminal. I don't look sick, and for the most part, I don't feel sick. I was not given the option of any type of surgery, radiation or aggressive chemotherapy, I was told there was no hope, to get my life in order.
"Get my life in order." I did just that. I updated my will, started letting my family and friends know what was going on and how much they meant to me. I planned my wake right down to the music, preparing for my demise. All the while it didn't feel right, I didn't feel sick, let alone dying. I had just gotten out of a 10 year abusive marriage and felt so strong. I came to realize that I had worked so hard to mentally prepare myself to get out of the stress of an abusive marriage, that mentally, nothing was going to get me down. Don't get me wrong, I still have moments of uncontrollable crying, feeling sorry for myself, I wouldn't be human if I didn't. It's ok to be angry or sad. True honest feelings are useful but we cannot let them run our lives.
I needed to be #1 in my life which was very difficult as I have always been a "people pleaser". I took everything everyone was and still is saying into consideration about experimental treatments etc. but in the end I needed less stress and more living. Make the best of today, no changing yesterday or worrying about tomorrow. Today, the day at hand, although we depend on friends, family and significant others for support, we are the only ones with the power to make today everything that we want it to be.
I am considered terminal, very ominous sounding. Doctors and nurses are all working on the premise that I am dying, treatment is pointless, nutrition is pointless, vitamins are pointless, the groundwork is being laid out for me to die. How depressing!
I turned it around, made positive thinking a way of life for me, my physical is following my mental. My numbers are going down, the tumor in my liver has shrunk and the others aren't growing! I wake up each morning and before my feet hit the floor I say either out loud or to my self "today is a great day!" "What an awesome day I am going to have!" I start my day with that very first positive choice. Whether we realize it or not, everyday of our lives, every moment we are living, we have been making that choice, whether to love and harness that positive force or not. Positivity means that you are not just a dreamer, you are a doer. Combining your positive mental attitude with action. We can't just sit and think ourselves healthy although our thoughts are a huge part of it. In a perfect world we would all go around thinking only happy thoughts, but in a perfect world there would be no cancer. Fuck Cancer, Embrace Life!
Found a lump, couldn't really be anything could it? Went on a trip to Mexico, started a new job, 8 months went by and I "found" the lump again (high up on my left breast). Went to the doctor he figured it wasn't anything to be concerned about due to the shape of the lump but thought he should send me for a mammogram and ultra sound just to be on the safe side. Well, it turned out to be cancer - shocking - I'm healthy, how could this be! Had an operation, chemo (horrible experience!) and radiation and my body is now cancer free! However, I feel this was a dry run for myself and my family to see what the whole "cancer experience" was about as 1 1/2 months after my last treatment my 29 year old niece was diagnosed with colon and liver cancer! How could a young, healthy mother of two (a 1 1/2 and 3 1/2 year old) get this! I believe that my experience happened so that I could be there to educate and support my niece through her journey. She is amazing! She has chemo every 2 weeks and only, usually, has 2 "down days", the rest of the time she is living life to the fullest. She is traveling with her family, we live on the West Coast and she always wanted to see the East Coast - so off to Halifax they flew. They have traveled for weekend getaways, she has participated in mountain bike races! Yes, mountain bike races! Her sister so wisely stated "Melissa has now taken away anyone's excuse for not exercising" sooo true. This young lady never ceases to amaze and inspire me, her positive attitude is contagious!
My story has now turned into her story.
Hope your are all ok and life is treating you as well as is possible. It has been quite a while now since I last posted on the excellent FCancer site but today of all days I thought it was about time that I did and given the date very apt that I said something.
Usually to celebrate anniversary's we crack open the champagne or dine at candle lit tables but this is a strange date and one were I am not sure how to respond. In one way I want to remember it in style and in another it is a reminder of a very black day in my life. So which path should I take I ask myself as the day begins. 12 months ago to the day I was diagnosed with advanced cancer and to add to the shock I was informed it is unfortunately terminal and as it stands there is no cure. Not your run of the mill day you may think and not the news anyone wants to be told. I guess you could say my "clock is ticking" and the old adage springs to mind that I just cannot believe how quickly the time has flown.
Now you may ask "why is he thinking of celebrating?" Well the answer to that is simple, for me anyhow! I feel that since my diagnosis life has taken a surprising turn and I have discovered how beautiful life really is and how many fantastic people there are in the world. Yes of course there is the slight problem of times spent having treatment, the effects, the aches and pains but retrospectively cancer has given me a new lease of life and the phrase 'strength through adversity' springs to mind.
The word 'fortunate' is a strange one to use I know but that is how I feel. Over the last year I have managed to travel to so many places, not only meeting friends but also making new friends along the way. I have spent some beautiful moments with my family and most importantly special times with my daughter. I have lived each day as if it were my last and however odd this may sound I am being honest when I say "I am happy'.
Months hence from that dreadful day last October I realised in my predicament I could give so much back to not only those around me but also the wider public and since then I have spent most of my 'spare' time travelling around trying to raise awareness and funds in the hope I can help others. Having spoken on local radio stations and given interviews for a number of newspapers I have managed to get my own story over to many people who would normally have steered clear of the cancer conversation and from the feed back I have received it would seem opinions are changing and many I know are now very positive around me and comfortable to ask those difficult questions. On top of the awareness and in just 6 months we have raised over £17,000 ($27,300) which has been donated to Cancer Research in the hope it will go some way to helping find a cure!
So now you will see why I am leaning towards celebrating this anniversary and raising a glass to what has been an incredible year for not only myself but all those around me and the many new people I have met in the last 12 months. I like to think the clinking of glasses will be another way of saying "fuck you cancer" and the start of another amazing year in my life!!!
"You can't do anything about the length of your life, but you can do something about it's width and depth"
Be strong and keep smiling!
Love to you all,
8 months ago, the world didn't seem the same to me. That is because 8 months ago I had to say goodbye to the most kind, loving and courageous person I knew, Cal. Cal lost his battle with leukemia at the age of 25. What makes it so sad is that you question everyday, why? Why did such an amazing person deserve what he endured? Although the questions will never be answered, thanks to Cal I have a different outlook on life. Never through his entire battle did he complain, he was the most selfless person I knew! The world would be a better place if it were populated with more Cals! Before Cal passed I framed him a quote "You never know how strong you are, until being strong is the only choice you have" he had the nurses hang it by his bed and told me that every morning he looked at it to keep him going. I will be forever thankful I gave him that encouragement and motivation, well deserved!
There must have been some mistake, "you have cancer..." No mistake, even though I was an extremely healthy and fit person - cancer doesn't care about that. In July of 2010 I was diagnosed with a late Stage IV Cancer of the Head & Neck. Tonsillar cancer that had metastasized to my Lymph nodes to form two large tumours. Aggressive Chemo, Radiation, feeding tubes, medications too numerous to mention. In nine months I lost 112 lbs., right to the edge. Through the incredible support of my beautiful and amazing wife Arlene, my Mom, and some of the best family and friends I could ask for - we survived. So far, I am 18 months in remission! The oncologists tell me 3 years is the magic number for my survival and I am Embracing Life to ensure I make this number!
A big part of my healing, and fighting to regain my health was to do something to give back - to help those who did not have the starting health or family support that I was lucky enough to have. I decided to join the BC Cancer Foundation's Ride to Conquer Cancer. At the time I couldn't even climb the stairs in the house let alone bike 250 km from Vancouver to Seattle. But that was exactly what I was going to do. Fuck Cancer! Embrace Life! Yes.
Together with my wife and some amazing friends, we formed a team of 7, called ourselves The Motley Crew and joined the Ride. We did it this past June, riding to Seattle, and our rookie team raised over $20,000 to help Conquer Cancer! We are already signed up for 2013, and I will be doing this for as long as I am able. A big part of our fundraising was the FCancer Ambassador program, selling these beautiful bracelets to help raise our donations! In my first year I have become an Ambassador to the Ride, wearing my jersey and bracelet with pride and determination. I've added the FCancer heartbeat as a tattoo on my left arm - appropriately this is where they put the Chemo sessions. I then took the liberty to add an Embrace Life heartbeat to my right arm!! Hope you all like it. :)
Never Ever Give Up everyone!
my names Delaney.
I am 14 years old, my story is that i had leukememia when i was 4 years old. i beat the cancer its been 10 years since i was diagnosed and 8 years since i was free of the disease. even thought i beat the cancer i cant say its no longer part of my life because its still part of my past, and i hope its not going to be part of my future. i remember the day i was diagnosed i remember the room i was sitting in, how i was feeling, and even the clothes i was wearing. My cancer didn't just affect me it affected my entire family. not to long after i was free of the cancer my sister was diagnossed with a blood disorder called: A Plastic Anemia. which is just as terrible as cancer. then after me and my sister where both in the clear from our diseases, we lost our grandfather to pancriotic cancer. and after that my doctor was diagnosied with lymphoma but luckly he beat the cancer to.
Cancer has even affected my school, one of the girls that graduated from my school died from leukememia and every year we have a talent show that any students can preform in and everyone that comes to watch the talent show makes a donation of 5 dollars or more that goes to the leukememia and lymphoma foundation.
thats my story!
I planned on getting married on February 24, 2011 on a beach in Jamaica. In late January 2011, I was diagnosed with colon cancer. I explained my plans to my doctor and asked if the surgery could wait. He said if it were him, he would not wait. So, taking his advice, my fiancee and I changed our travel plans at the last minute, got married on the beach in Jamaica on February 8, 2011, and I underwent surgery on February 14, Valentine's Day. Luckily for me, we caught the cancer early. It had not breached the colon wall and no chemo was required. But, if we had waited....
A friend at work showed me her Fuck Cancer bracelet. I immediately bought two, one for me and one for my lovely wife, Mary. I wanted a reminder for me and anyone I met to enjoy life as it can all change on a dime (and I also tell everyone over the age of 40, regardless of family history, to go for a colonoscopy! Early detection is best!).
I have replaced my wife's bracelet twice as she has given hers to friends who have been diagnosed with cancer. We like to think that the bracelet gives a person the courage and attitude necessary to either beat the cancer or at least enjoy the time they have. Life is precious. Fight to keep it. Enjoy every minute of it.
F* Cancer there is no better way to put it!
This story was a wake up call for my whole family. Let me start with my mother's family, she comes from a family of 14, 8 girls and 6 boys. Cancer is a familiar word within this family - all women had thyroid cancer and along with 1 brother.
This past Christmas my youngest sister (who faithly had her thyroid checked) had to change doctors and as hers was retiring. With her new Doctor, she was send for an ultrasound, then a biopsy which came back positive, right after Christmas. What a way to start a new year! I spend hours on the phone with her,(and a lot of tears!) trying to keep her positive. She had surgery at the end of February to have her thyroid removed, then made 2 trips to the Cross Cancer Hospital in Edmonton. She has bounced back and is her old self again - Cancer Free.
My immediate family has 2 boys and 4 girls, we are all now getting checked - thanks to my sister. When your family has a history of cancer, one should never think I won't affect or hit you.
When I seen this bracelet on Facebook - I just knew I had to get her one!
F* Cancer there is no better way to put it!
My young and very active husband suddenly had alot of pain in his flank in early October 2011. After a few test we found out he had a cancerous tumor on his kidney that had metastasized to his lungs and his lymph nodes in his abdomen. His kidney was removed and we started the few "targeted" treatments that are available for renal cancer. My husband passed away 7 months 5 days after diagnosis.... He was 46 years old. I hate effin cancer more than anything right now and will be doing everything in my power to help raise money for kidney cancer research in the future. For now, I have purchased this wonderful bracelet for myself and my mother in law... who not only has lost her son, but lost her husband to colon cancer in 2003. Strength to all that are fighting this horrible beast, or are living with someone fighting it. Peace to the ones trying to find their way on earth after losing a loved one to this horrible and cruel disease. Lastly... lets celebrate the individuals who have fought and won against this disease!!! I would love to see a start to the end of this disease in my lifetime...
Fuck cancer is my thought everyday! Within 6 months my mother and my 11 year old son were both diagnosed. I am purchasing a bracelet for myself because I can't speak the words in front of my son... Although I will let him read them! Right now they are both in remission... My mom from lung cancer and my son from brain cancer. It hadn't been an easy road, but it's better than the alternative. We've been lucky so far and we realize it. Max, my son created a superhero, Worry-X, who's super powers are to catch worries in his net and to run away with them so the person can have more time for fun things! Worry-X is a kid's friendly way of saying F-cancer!! Check him out at worry-x.com and remember...attitude makes all the difference in the world. Cancer can't conquer the spirit!! Peace to all!
Ed and I moved to the Cariboo in 2006 to pursure our dream of living a life of enjoyment. Ed started up his own business in Fire Protection. Over the years we have got to know alot of local people and have enjoyed the small community of living. We have a nice log house on 1.12 acres. It was always Ed's dream to live here, near all the lakes for fishing and enjoyment of the doing his business. Ed and I have been together for 11 years. In April of 2011 we got married in Las Vegas, had a quiet Drive-Thru wedding, it was so nice.
On January 24th 2012 he found out he has pancreatic cancer and has also gone into his liver. The Dr's gave him 1-3 months, Ed did 3 treatments of chemo that would possibly give him more time, but as it turns out the chemo wasn't working so he elected to stop treatments. Ed has had to sell off his business, and I haven't been working.
I take care of him each day at home, he is on steady morphine for pain. His cancer is inoperable so nothing can be done they say to help him. We live each day enjoying each others time together. It has been a hard road for me to go with him, but I know I am going to be strong and help him through his journey. It has been very hard to watch someone you love dearly to fade slowly with this terrible disease.
This picture was on our 1st anniversary, which I am so happy that he made it. Ed is 57, and very strong willed. He makes the best of each day, he tries hard to understand that he can't do things that he use to do. We have lots of support from family and the community here has been wonderful. All I can say is "FUCK CANCER", as it will soon take someone I love in my life. Thanks for listening to my story and how cancer has effected our life.......I pray for Health and strength......Lynn & Ed Kluczewski :)
Hey friends, I am a co survivor who watched my husband torn to pieces by this stupid ass kanzer. (I never spell it correctly so as not to give it power). It has been a crazy year and we are now on the road to normal, whatever that may be! This story is an excerpt from my blog and embraces the strength a kanzer sufferer must have to come out on the top of the mountain, swinging and shouting, Fuck Censer!
“Success is falling nine times and getting up ten.” – Jon Bon Jovi
This quote fits “Ron” like a good pair of underwear! If there is anything a survivor knows, it has to be that each time you feel like you’ve kicked things and are ready to begin again, there is yet one more pair of granny panties waiting to trip you up. A true survivor can tie those old granny panties in a knot and toss them over their shoulder and shop for the pair that will give them that comfy feeling once more. Never underestimate the power of the panty (or gonch for you boys). As a survivor you have to wake up each morning and say “today I will put on my big boy gonch and suck it all up”. Ron is becoming the master of the big boy gonch and now has an entire drawer full. I also wear my big girl panties on several occasions to enable me to exercise the authority over his healing and to keep us on equal ground.
Each day sees our canzer fighter get a bit stronger and more determined to get back on solid ground. It’s odd really, we believe that the hardest part of this crappy kanzer trip is the cure, however I know have a new reality in that the healing is the hardest part. Canzer cowboy or not, the ride ain’t over yet. Now that the docs have cut and carved and burned and drugged my man, he is left to pick up the pieces and try to fit them back together to get back to life and the person he was. Like a puzzle. Only this isn’t one of those easy puzzles, oh no. Seems like some of the pieces are hidden behind doors and under carpets or in the darkest corner of the room, forcing you to seek them out and find if they still fit. As you try to cram these pieces back into the puzzle you find that some just don’t fit anymore. You can see that they don’t fit, but you want them back because they were the very pieces that defined you. After a few unsuccessful attempts you come to the very disturbing realization that you are no longer who you were. At first glance this upsets you, maybe even angers you or makes you cry. As the hours tick by it becomes clear that you are not who you were, you are better, stronger and a whole new you. You have the benefit of a miracle on your side and suddenly the clarity to see life in a whole new way. Things that were so important in your past matter not in the realm of your new survivorship. Life is all that matters. So you get out the scissors and you make the pieces fit because you have the power to do that and the puzzle slowly completes.
I hope you are all ok and irrespective of all your ailments life is treating you well.
Following what has been a roller coaster of events and emotions over the last two weeks I just felt the urge to share my experiences with you all again in the hope somewhere along the line it helps others understand what we as cancer sufferers are going through and maybe bring a smile to your faces.
Those of you who have read my previous ramblings would understand that despite my prognosis I am a very positive guy and always look to laugh and joke whatever the situation and keep those around me feeling as upbeat as is possible in order to deal with this predicament that effects us all as well as can be expected. However almost as predictable as the rain in England (yes it's raining again as I write) I knew it would only be a matter of time before emotion got the better of me and I would finally succumb to the pressure cancer piles on us. Following a couple of days where the aches and pains seemed more intense and regular I had a more stressful than usual visit to the chemo unit and almost like the cork in a champagne bottle trying to burst free from it's confines I could feel the emotion building up inside me waiting to explode. However much I tried to hold things together I knew it wouldn't take much to puncture this bubble and lo and behold whilst discussing things with my sister the flood gates opened and I cried none stop for what seemed like an eternity.
Although it may sound a little sad there were positive sides to all this emotion and it made me realise a couple of things that I am sure will help me in the future when things are tough and become more difficult than usual. Firstly however strong or resilient we may think we are there is a point where we have to offload and open up, let it flow and share our grief. I felt so relaxed once the tap was closed and the tears subsided and just like a pressure valve it needed opening. From the outside my sister said it was difficult for her to gauge my pain or feelings if I didn't keep her up to date so I think it is just as important that we keep those around us in the picture so they can understand and help when needed.
On the other side of the coin I have some fantastic experiences as of late and just had to, on behalf of those around, me share them with you all. Almost a month ago and after reading so many stories on the F-Cancer site I decided I would use my situation and the large number of friends I have to raise as much money I possibly could for Cancer Research by holding events and starting my own blog on www.justgiving.com/John-Ellison-CR. I am absolutely in awe of how generous people can be and through donations and ticket sales for a music event we held last weekend I have in such a short time managed to raise £6,600.00 (10,700.00 CAD) towards helping people cure this shit! I have now raised the bar and with a few more events planned I am hoping to pass the £10,000.00 mark and who knows how far we can go?
At the recent event I met so many friends I haven't seen in ages and only on Tuesday I met up with some very good mates I haven't been in touch with for almost 5 years. We had a fantastic time, sharing stories and laughs (not to mention a few drinks) almost as if it was only yesterday when we last met. It was amazing how after so long our friendships took off where we left them and it just goes to show that good friends are always there for you but also made me think just how important they are that we should keep in touch at all times as we never know what lies around the corner.
As always I feel as though I could write forever but I just hope my experiences help along the way even if only in a small way and of course my fundraising helps others in the future when maybe one day we will overcome this FUCKING CANCER...
My husband was diagnosed with colon cancer 2 weeks ago. He is 39 years old. We have 4 kids - 2 months, 4.5, 7 and 17. Our 17 year old is actually my husband's brother who we adopted 5 years ago because their mother died of cancer at 55. While my husband was researching his cancer and prognosis, I googled "fuck cancer" and found this website. My mother-in-law used to always say that cancer affects the whole family, it really does. My husband will beat this. It will be a long road ahead for us, but he has so much to live for. I will proudly wear this bracelet to every chemo treatment and doctors visit in the coming months. We will teach the kids to "fuck cancer" by showing them that cancer is not always "terry fox", it is "Mario Lemieux"... it is also daddy.
2001 I FOUND A LUMP IN MY RIGHT BREAST. THEY TOOK AN XRAY WHICH SHOWED A LUMP THE SIZE OF "A PEANUNT M&M STAGE 2". I HAD A LUMPECTAMY. DURING THE SURGERY, THEY FOUND A TUMER "THE SIZE OF A TANGERINE AND SPREADING". IT WAS STAGE 3. I WENT BACK FOR A MASTECTAMY. I RECEIVED CHEMO THERAPY AND RADIATION. I WAS 42 YEARS OLD.
A friend of mine just shared the FCancer Facebook page with me and I just had to reach out and say thank you. I lost my step-dad to mesothelioma April 17, 2011 after an aggressive 14 month battle consisting of my mom trying EVERYTHING to get it out of his body. He truly was the light of my mom's life (other than Jesus) and he embraced my brother and myself (and my son and his father) is a way that we hadn't known since the passing of my dad. I have been saying fuck cancer since his diagnosis and it just warmed my heart to see it on something so permanent and honest. And to know that people are working in a real holistic way to kick its ass is just awesome.
I just emailed my mom - she's on Vancouver Island - I'm pretty sure she's going to want one too! So again, thank you, for your strength and for your fight! There are a bunch of people in Central Pennsylvania rooting for you!!!!
Today, April 21st 2012 is the Celebration of Life for a friend who lost her life all too soon from cancer. She was so beautiful, hard to put into words. Compassionate, positive, funny, sexy are just words. Married for 43 years and adored her husband. She fought so hard. I saw this bracelet that said exactly what I have been repeating saying to myself in the last year. I also have two of my dearest friends, fighting cancer presently -husband and wife!!! That just seems too unfair. They are struggling thru the chemo treatments and the side effects that the chemo brings on!! I will wear this bracelet with an attitude of defiance against cancer and a balance to embrace life and live each day as it may be our last. Love to all of you who have lost someone. Educate yourselves about this disease and different treatments.
On Veterans Day of last year (2011), My 53 yr old mother was rushed to the hospital after a vein hemmoraged in her mouth due to a reoccurring cancer that came back from February 2011. This cancer tortured my poor mother and was horrific to watch (especially to me, her 17 year old daughter.) Quickly the cancer she had became a large tumor that eventualy pushed though the skin on her face. In the hospital, she had a traciotomy inserted to breath (which made her unable to speak) and soon was diagnosed with MRSA and emphizema. My poor mom fought very tough and was resessutated twice. She then began to perfusly bleed from the mouth and nose and slowly and very painfully began to pass. I would pray daily that god would put her at peace as fast as possible but my prayers were never answerd. My mom fought and suffered up untill february 12 2012 when she passed. I miss her so much. I love her dearly and miss her so much. It brings such pain to me to think that she will not be at my high school graduation in june (what shes wanted to see since i was in kindergarden) but know she will be present in my heart. <3 Rip mommy
I never did give too much thought to cancer. I always new it was out there but it never was part of our family and I never realy knew anyone who died from it. Then 2009 The S**T hit the fan. In January of 2009 my son was diagnosed with Osteosarcoma. In April he lost his leg. Two weeks after my son was diagnosed we found out my mom had Breast cancer she lost her breast around the same time as Cody losted his leg. Just when we thought it was all over my dear friend/ sister was diagnosed with Pancriatic cancer, we only had her for 3 more months and she died Feb 11 2010. Then another dear friend was lost to cancer Feb 11 2011. To say the least I am tired, and YES FUCK CANCER.
I see you have the Barenaked Ladies on here, I hope Tyler Stewart does not mind me posting a picture of him with my son. He was so sick that day, but he still got out of bed to go and see the Barenaked Ladies. When I can afford it I will buy two more Bracelets one for Cody and one for his sister Anna who spent almost all of her summer vacation hanging out in hospital with us.
Hello again everyone,
Hope you are all ok and life is treating you well.
It is a while since I last posted my feelings on the site but on the back of a question I was asked only the other day I felt the urge to write again and share my life embracing attitude with you all from a fellow cancer sufferer. The sun is shining on this beautiful Saturday morning and although we all share our current dilemma I must admit I am feeling extremely happy.
August the 17th is a memorable date in my calendar as it was the day my daughter, Charlotte, was born and last year we should have been celebrating her 17th birthday. However news was just coming through that a friend of mine had been killed by a shark whilst on his honeymoon and swimming in the sea in the Seychelles as his new bride was watching from the golden beaches. Only four weeks after celebrating their beautiful wedding day Gemma was following her husband Ian's coffin back into the same church and she had every right to ask the question "why me?"
We all know the terrible stories of late where the Belgium children returning home after enjoying a wonderful ski trip in Switzerland had their lives cut short in a terrible coach crash and the awful story only last week from Toulouse in France where 7 lives were cut short in horrific fashion by a fanatical gunman. Their families had every right to ask that same question "why Me?" especially after the deaths of such young children.
"You must think why me" I was asked the other day after discussing my situation with a friend but to his surprise my answer was "I haven't once had that feeling even though at times things have been difficult to deal with". Using the previous stories as an example it didn't take long for him to understand my train of thought and he fully admired my mental strength. Asked how I could have such strength, determination and laugh in the face of adversity I explained that life experience has given me this resolve and it is following on from this conversation I decided to share it with you all.
When I was in my early 20's my mother was diagnosed with breast cancer and after a long and often painful fight against the disease she unfortunately passed away. I found it very difficult to deal with at the time and struggled to get my head around the loss as we were extremely close and she was a lovely person. However to protect her children she had kept us in the dark about her predicament and I had very little knowledge of her situation. Following my diagnosis in November I decided I would keep everyone fully informed on all fronts, wether it be the treatment or the after effects or the prognosis from the specialists and I am very open to questions. This has definitely helped everyone deal with the situation and none more so than my fantastic daughter who after the initial shock has been fantastic.
Two years ago as the family where looking forward to the Christmas celebrations my father was unfortunately and unexpectedly admitted to the local hospital with what we all thought was a heart attack. We had no connection and he couldn't recognise any of us and after spending the whole of Christmas at his bed side he passed away on the 27th of December. As we all walked away from the room where he spent his last days I found myself thinking how strange I had know this man for over 40 years and they just close the door and thats that and it would be the last I would see my wonderful father. Following this experience it made me realise just how important life is and how we should never take things for granted as life has a way of biting you in the backside. I hadn't had the chance to say goodbye to my father or to pass on my love as he couldn't respond at the time.
This is my reason for never thinking WHY ME? and although it may seem I have had some very sad times in my life I have also had some lovely times and still have plenty of opportunity to share my love and joy with all around me and to make sure I live life as full as is possible even though I have the slight issue of cancer hanging over my head.
Take care everyone, stay positive, embrace life and of course Fuck Cancer
My husband, Pat, was diagnosed with a Wilms tumor in 2007. It's a great cancer to get, if you are a little boy. My background as a Child Life Specialist knew that. Very treatable. Not so much in adults. It's very rare in adults. In fact, so rare, his doctor had to consult with oncology specialists all over the world. Pat's life was extended by 4 1/2 amazing years with me and our two beautiful, strong daughters. He relapsed 4 times before finally losing his battle on Friday, March 9th, 2012. Midway through our journey, we were given these bracelets by a very dear friend. Our middle and high school girls wore, and still wear them every day. We will live by the message they send forever. Our lives were forever changed by cancer, however, we wouldn't change a day of it. It brought us closer to friends and family, reconnected us with old friends, and brought us new "cancer" friends.
Cancer sucks. These bracelets are a beautiful reminder that we won't let it get the best of us. It will not control our lives. and it will not destroy us.
Thank you for the contributions the proceeds bring towards fighting this evil disease.
A big thank you for the bracelets. They are so beautiful.
My mom also sends a thank you and says you are wonderful and courageous for what you are doing. She healed herself from cancer, with a 6 months to live diagnosis. That was 18 years ago. She's had a couple minor cancers in the ten years following but she is still active, healthy and happy today. I believe I told you the story.
She has not taken off the bracelet . She's even sleeping with it on.
Thank you again.
All our best
In 2008, I was diagnosed with non small cell lung cancer, an incidental finding on an MRI scan, It was a 6 cm tumor sitting under my collarbone, I was asked at the time of the scan did I have any chest pain, shortness of breath, no I replied and being a registered nurse and 54 yrs old I thought oh heart problem maybe never in my wildest dreams did I think lung cancer. So when the results were ready I picked them up and yes I had lung cancer although it was described by a respiratory specialist, that I had the good lung cancer. eh! anyway after a multitude of scans to which I now glow in the dark it was off to see the surgeon one who performs VATs I was hesitant but he said 2- 3hrs surgery no problems. So 6 and three quarter hours later I arrive in ICU. I recovered quite well then developed fluid in my chest as my lower lung hadn't expanded up properly . Eventually I got to the point of having chemo so I had a couple rounds of the weed killer, which ended up with me being so anaemic I need 3 units of blood. I then commenced a 12mth clinical trail of a drug called Tarceva. and have now been free of the dreaded big C for 4 years. I am hoping to continue in good health and wish everyone fighting cancer never give up just keep saying "fuck cancer"
Love and best wishes
from down under
My Cancer Story....
In August 2007, I found a lump in my left breast while taking a shower. Since I had already had (Ovarian) Cancer in 2001, to say that I was stunned is an understatement!
I made an appointment to have a mammogram (standard procedure) which was immediately followed with an ultra-sound. Before I knew it, I was sitting in the radiologists office being told that there are actually two lumps and that I need to see a breast surgeon as soon as possible.
The breast surgeon performed a biopsy on both lumps - and told me that if they came back positive, it will absolutely require a mastectomy due to: 1.) there were two lumps and 2.) the size of one of the lumps. Waiting for the phone to ring the next few days was nearly impossible. Though, in my mind - I somehow already knew what was ahead of me.
On December 8, 2007 I had a modified radical left mastectomy. What this means is that they removed the entire left breast (along with 26 lymph nodes in my left armpit) but kept the muscle. Ten of the 26 nodes removed were infected. Following a very long and painful recovery, I had six rounds of chemo and six weeks of radiation to look forward to. Yay me!!
Some say the chemotherapy is worse than the surgery and even the diagnosis of cancer. I can tell you that it absolutely is! I was very sick after each treatment. There were days when I literally could not get out of bed to shower, eat - you name it. I knew having a bed pan wasn't my style, so I forced myself out of bed for that -- but THAT was it! Each round of chemo added to the fatigue, nausea and depression. By the time I was done, I didn't care if I ever got out of my bed again. Just knowing I was done with chemo was all I could ask for.
Within about four weeks or so, I had started to feel somewhat energetic again. About two weeks after that, I began my six weeks of radiation. This made me feel very tired - but it was a walk in the park, compared to the chemo! Of course, the 3rd degree burn I had was fun... Luckily, I couldn't feel it - because along with my breast, they took away all of the nerve endings too... This, I have accepted as a small blessing in disguise...
Once I had healed from the radiation, I decided to have the right breast removed. I did this because I found out that I carry the mutated BRCA1 gene. For those of you unfamiliar with this genetic mutation, it indicates that you are at an extremely high risk for ovarian and breast cancer. Hello?!? I guess I could have told them that I had the mutation, huh? Anyway, I had this done in September, 2008 and before they sewed me back up, the surgeons inserted the tissue expanders to begin the reconstruction phase.
Here it is, February, 2012 and I am still going through the process. There have been complications and infections along the way that have prolonged this whole ordeal. BUT - I have my health! My plan was to complete the reconstruction after the Christmas 2010 season. Everything was put on hold in January, 2011 when we had one of two scares. Blood work, CT and Bone Scan showed that there was nothing to worry about. Scare number two was when I developed a strange rash on my left breast. Turns out that it was "only" a rash and not what I had immediately feared - which was Invasive Breast Cancer. I've been busy with work and "life" and have stopped the "fills" (again). I'd like for the whole thing to be over - but, I'm not in any hurry to have another surgery. I'm a realtor and the Spring market is heating up already... Maybe when things slow down next fall I'll see about wrapping things up... For now, I'm just enjoying life.
Thank you for reading my story. God Bless!
This is my friend Landon. His battle with non-Hodgkins Lymphoma ended Oct, 2010 at 35 years old.
He was a brilliant artist, a musician, a poet and a ridiculously charming guy. After his second relapse, he was most determined to squeeze the life out of every second. With his central line still hanging, and a group of hearty men trailing behind way him, he climbed to the top of Ha Ling Peak (near Canmore) to take this shot. His joy at the summit was just as much about the feeling of the sun on his chest as it was about the accomplishment of that climb (while still recovering from stem cell treatment and chemo). It is truly the moment that drives me through every challenge that I face. He had little family and passed without a whisper, so I'd love it if anyone who looks at this photo takes a moment to give him a thought.
I've just been diagnosed with a recurrence of breast cancer for the 3rd time this past September. While I was in my surgeons office waiting for my pathology results, I was talking with the nurse and I simply said that I was tired of this 6 year battle and "fuck cancer". She puts down my file and takes off this bracelet......fuckcancer!!! I started to laugh and asked where she got that from because I wanted one of them right away! So that is how I found you!!
This battle is hard, the recovery from each of the 8 surgeries, the loss of both breasts, the loss of my long hair......I know they are "easier" losses to deal with because I still have my life but its hard none the less. After all these years, fuck cancer is the only appropriate words for me and I have just ordered my bracelet and will wear it everyday! I have lost alot of friends, small children (my friends children), family and some strangers that I met through this process all to some form of cancer. I haven't been given a "time limit" in life but I sure have changed my thought process. I do not put anything off, I tell the people who matter to me that I love them. We take the trips we can afford and we really try to live each day as if it were the last. Living with no regrets and truly "living" each day!!
I will keep all of you in my thoughts and prayers and I will ask the Universe to keep moving us closer to the cure!! May you all live life to the fullest and have no regrets. Be the change that you want to see in this world, and love unconditionally!!
Hi there! Glad to have found you through a CFRB listener and cancer-survivor Nancy Wagner of Waterloo, Ontario. My new blog on my new best friend, Cancer, is http://cancermyarse.com It's still super fresh, stage unknown, grade unknown, CT scan on Monday, pre-surgery prognosis on Jan 30, and my colon gets sliced and diced by around Valentine's Day, how romantic. Enjoy the read ! It's free.
Hello again everyone,
Yes it is still raining over here, extremely heavy today, but then again it is the UK! I think all the best authors must write their best whilst the weather is poor as it makes sense then to be glued to your typewriter or Pc and not out wandering the beautiful countryside getting wet!
Hope you are all well and finally managing to overcome the indulgences of the festive period. I know some of you will frown at my excesses over the holidays especially given my diagnosis but my view is simple - shiny shoes are happy shoes and happiness is definitely medicinal so if I upset anyone you have my upmost apologies and I appreciate we all deal with our situations in our own way and this is the only way I know. Talking of apologies I would like to post one on the back of my first article on your fabulous site where I mentioned the eating of 'mice pies' at Christmas and after it was brought to my attention I would like to say it is purely a spelling mistake and not a English past time. Mince pies are actually a festive treat made of fruit that are eaten en-mass in the UK.
My desire to write to you all again so soon comes on the back of an experience I had at the hospital last week and following on from my regular visit to the Oncologist for a review of my progress. I was extremely pleased to hear that my body is reacting well to the current rounds of treatment and my PSA (relating to prostate cancer) levels had fallen from a whopping 455 (under 4 is the norm) to a more suitable 21.5 and then lately to a lowly 4.2 so as you can imagine I was very happy to hear this. This euphoria however was short lived when I was reminded that after all they cannot cure my problem and that it was purely a situation of containment and that the average time scale of reversal lasts around 18 months! Right I thought, time to pull ones socks up, regain the smile and get stuck in, there is a life to live!
I had never heard of the phrase 'BUCKET LiST' until watching Susan being interviewed on Canadian television and mention of such a list and it was almost freaky that following on from my hospital visit that the film of the same name 'THE BUCKET LIST' (starring - Jack Nicholson and Morgan Freeman) was showing on a regional channel. Given the news I had just received maybe it wasn't the best choice to watch this movie but forever the fool I went ahead and did so. Although not the most realistic movie, as most of us won't have the funds Jack's character has in the film and we wouldn't have the opportunity to take things to such an extreme, it did make me realise how important having fun is during our predicaments and hence I decided on my own 'BUCKET LIST'.
On the back of my experience I have now booked to visit friends in Brussels Belgium for a long weekend at the start of February followed by a trip to Switzerland at the end of that month to visit members of my family who live near Zurich and then the big one, I have booked my flights for a trip over to your neck of the woods and at the start of July I am visiting my very dear friends in Sqaumish BC for a couple of weeks. I am so excited to be travelling back to the Vancouver area as it is so long since i was last in Canada and all I have is great memories of your beautiful country. Holidays aside, I also managed to go to a gig with my 17 year old daughter Charlie the other night to watch 'Enter Shikari" a fantastic English 'Dub, Hardcore, Rock' band and although I was surrounded by people of her age, some who spent the whole evening crowd surfing it was one of the best evenings I have experienced for ages and was a great example of using a 'BUCKET LIST'.
Of course I discussed my ides with my consultant and doctor and given my current healthy state they had no problem whatsoever in sanctioning my travel plans as long as they didn't coincide with any treatments planned. I do appreciate I am fortunate at the moment to have the ability to travel and my heart goes out to you fellow cancer sufferers that can't enjoy such luxury but all I would say is that please stay strong for not only yourselves but also for everyone around you and think about your own 'BUCKET LIST".
Love to you all and F-CANCER
Ps I fly to Vancouver on the 30th June if anyone would like say hello and share a smile with a mad Englishman!
I have been fighting for those with cancer since I was in college, but I didn't begin my own fight until 2007. I was diagnosed with a brain tumor after I passed out during a short run. Hearing my prognosis, I was scared, dumbfounded, and somewhat overwhelmed. I knew of so many people who had lost their fights, and I didn't want to be added to that number. Just a few weeks after my tumor was removed, I begain my treatment of chemo and radiation. After just the first day, I realized that I was blessed. All of the fighting that has been done in the name of cancer survivors has allowed for thousands if not millions of hours of research towards better chemotheropy. If I had been diagnosed a year earlier, my beautiful son would never have been an option. Because of research towards better treatment and hopefully a cure for cancer, those of us who have been diagnosed can stand up and say "f*** cancer, it can't beat me!"
This is my first time writing about living with my cancer, and after reading so many others, I'd like to put down on paper what it's like and what I've been thru, living with cancer!
BTW..I decided to choose a picture with the wig I had to wear after losing all my long hair after radiation instead of a current one where my hair has grown back and is now to the actual bottom of my back! My friends and family are amazed at how much it has grown!
I go back now 4 years ago being diagnosed with pharangeal cancer, basically cancer of the throat and voice box). My first treatment was 9 weeks of radiation, with chemotherapy the first day only, and the last day only. I was lucky to be able to go 2 years before it grew back and grew back fast! My 2nd surgery took my voice box, my thyroid, and glands so I was now not able to talk.
Funny, but thru all these three years I was never scared! Funny, everyone thought I would be, but I learned quickly that being a strong independent lady doesn't help in matters like this...You need your family and friend and you need to be able to lean on them. Once I got used to the idea, it was much easier to do! And I thank God for them every day. My two wonderful sons, Chris and Jason, my three sisters, Judy, Donna, and Karen, my sister-in-law, and my daughter-in-laws!!!! Also including my brothers and brother-in-law, and all of my nieces and nephews! My closest friends, there was nothing I couldn't talk to them about. I was amazed every day and sometimes took my breath away at how much they wanted and were there for me...nothing was too big or small to ask of them, they were there to do it and this is when I learned what unconditional love is.
So when asked if I was scared the past 3 years? The answer is no...not when I was surrounded by so much love. I don't live my life getting up every day thinking about cancer, it's in the back of my mind, but never a full mind searing thought that would scare me so much as to bring me to my knees, NEVER!!!
My 3rd surgery, was the closest I came to passing...when I blew my left carotid artery, and lost all my blood..they worked on me all night, then had to fly me by jet to another city hospital of operate to see if they could fix it...and warned my family it was very unlikely I would make it this time. Only 2to 3% make it out of this, Of course, my son stood up and said, ok, ok, just tell us what's next, the Dr.said you don't understand I'm trying to prepare you for her probably not making it this time...and once again, lol...my son said, yes, yes,,,but what's next.
What he told me later was they didn't know their mother...I was too tough to let go yet. It wasn't my time! And...he was right!!! 2 weeks later they drove me back to my home hospital and the emergency Dr. who treated me was there and was absolutely amazed to see me there alive!!! He said everyone had talked about my story, and they were going to be further amazed to see I was still alive!!
My family watched me go thru all this...plus they had to put a stoma in so I could breathe and thought, how can she go thru all that and still be here?
It was because of them. With that kind of love...it was easy...I live my life one day at a time and that makes it very easy. I do take it easy..but the one thing I've changed is I hug everyone coming into my home and when they're leaving. I tell them I love them every time I talk to them..and it's now spread...they do it with their children and outer family members!!!!
So next week I go for an MRI, to see if everything is ok in my brain, and if it is...I have a feeling it'll be a long time before they'll have to see me again!!1
Funny, but having cancer doesn't scare me...it has brought me more positives than negatives into my life. And my family & friends show me their love much more and appreciate spending time together much more! How can you beat that!!!
So, as my oldest son always says...Fuck Cancer...it doesn't control my life....I say...I have cancer, or I've had cancer, but I control my life!!!!
Firstly from a still wet and windy England I would like to wish you all a slightly belated Happy New Year and hope it brings you and your families good health and lots of happiness.
The festive period has been one of the busiest I have know and on most days whilst on holiday I have either had visitors round to the house, been invited out for dinner or just met up with friends for a spot of lunch. I think given my diagnosis has been so recent (November) everyone seems to have wanted to spend time with me, if not to listen to the woes of hospital visits, more just to see that I was ok and coping with this new dilemma.
It was on the back of all this attention that I realised just how important family and friends are to us and how fortunate I was to have such support available to me. As I said in my previous post I had vowed from the start that I would deal with the problems thrown at me full on and never let my morale drop or my sense of humour diminish and whilst with my friends that never became more apparent and important. In a strange way I felt it was easy for me as I would, like a sponge, absorb all their love and support and it would make me feel stronger and more resilient. We as the cancer sufferers know what is happening to our bodies, the treatment we will receive and how we have to come to terms with and deal with the problems that lie ahead, whereas our family and friends feel lost and at times unable to respond in a way that they feel is right.
Hi there everyone in BC,
Merry Christmas to you all from a wet and windy yet beautiful North West England.
I just wanted to tell you that I am sat in bed enjoying a nice cuppa and proudly wearing one of your fantastic bracelets that I have just found in a present I opened from some of my very close friends that reside in Squamsh BC and who are currently visiting the UK for the festive period.
Of course you will probably wonder why a random Englishman is writing on Christmas morning when he should be fighting off the wrapping paper and getting stuck into the turkey, mice pies and of course the odd glass of wine or two (bit early for that actually) but I just thought I had to write after donning the bracelet and the resulting feeling once I put it on (not sure it goes with the pyjamas mind!)
As for my own link to the big C I was recently (5 weeks ago) diagnosed with advanced metastatic prostate cancer which of course has come as a huge shock especially given my healthy lifestyle and young age (well 48 is young to me!). I decided from the word go that negatives would not come into the equation and it was positives only for me. Having spoken to the guys in BC they pointed me to your campaign and I was pleased to see others with the same outlook and positive attitudes as myself. I always throw in a few jokes when explaining the situation to others so it completely relaxes them and they feel more comfortable to ask questions or discuss treatments etc and so far it has worked a dream. I think happiness is reciprocal and if I laugh and others laugh too then we are all happy and the situation is made so much more bearable.
I know I could write forever but you will have heard it all before so I won't bore you all with the same old same stuff, just for all you cancer sufferers and their families from a mad Englishman, stay positive, sack negativity and have a lovely Christmas, onwards and upwards and F-CANCER.
Love to you all
I have been well versed with the scourge of cancer for as long as i can remember as it took the lives of many family friends and older relatives. However, now that I work at a church, I have had seen and felt the grief and sadness of seeing many wonderful parishioners and friends die of cancer. One of these people was Michele, a young mother of two teenaged boys who passed away early last year. After attending her funeral, I came home and Googled ''f--- cancer'. I wasn't looking for anything to purchase; I was venting and didn't know what I would find, whether it be a blog, a website or whatever.. Lo and behold, I found this website and ordered a bracelet to wear in honor of all of the friends, family, colleagues and parishioners whom I had loved who battled or battle this disease.
In June of this year, four months after I bought the bracelet, I was diagnosed with thyroid cancer. I had a total thyroidectomy and fortunately, the cancer had not spread beyond the thyroid.
I now wear it as a symbol of my own 'fight' and continue to be reminded to embrace life.
Susan, I thank you for your support and your gracious gesture in allowing me to use your art work.
I now proudly wear your logo across my back and shoulders, I am completely in your debt.
My wife Kelly was a beautiful 6' athlete, who competed all her life in her favorite sport volleyball.
She taught me how to love, nurture, and truly appreciate life.
Her smile was infectious, and affected everyone around her. Sunrise is my time with Kelly as the sun reminds me of her smile.
Kelly started itching and turning yellow in 2007, which was eventually diagnosed as a blocked bile duct.
She had a transduodenal resection in which the pre-cancerous tumor was removed from the bile duct and her recovery went well, and she returned to the court to compete with her volleyball teammates.
Late in 2008 her digestive system began passing fats through her system undigested and a cancerous tumor was discovered and removed with a whipple procedure in early 2009.
Her recovery allowed us (myself a rower) to attend the World Masters Games in Sydney Australia 8 months later, with Kelly's team placing 6th in the 50+ age group.
In March of 2010 I was diagnosed with stage 3 collorectal cancer and began chemo-radiation-chemo-surgery-chemo-surgery regime.
In early summer Kelly began losing weight and both her calf's took turns getting sore and swollen.
The day I was admitted for my first surgery Kelly was diagnosed with deep vein thrombosis, and her surgeon called up a series of tests to find out about her weight loss.
When I woke up from surgery Kelly was present and the surgeon said my surgery went excellent, which my pathology report later confirmed.
We had the results the following day from her CT scan and there was numerous tumors on her lungs and liver, and in the end her spine.
She was immediately admitted for a biopsy on the largest of the tumors on her liver, some extremely kind hearted nurses arranged a double room for us which even had a slight view.
We told the kids (Sara 23, Jessica 21, Mitchell 15) when they visited that I was too cheap to take mom on a holiday, so we had to settle for a courtyard view from our hospital room.
The biopsy ultimately confirmed the cancer had returned and that it was inoperable. Upon my release I began caring for Kelly at home and her medication was changed to slow release morphine, with break through morphine as required.
Kelly's friend Jan stopped by one day with your fuck cancer bracelet for Kelly, and this instantly became a symbol for her feelings and thoughts from that day forward.
Shortly after my second last chemo treatment we had a consult with The Cancer Clinic oncologist to discuss potential chemo for Kelly.
We were advised that Kelly had advanced ampullary cancer and that we could start a chemo regime, but Kelly's condition was so poor that she would likely be hospitalized for the duration of treatments, and at best these would only prolong the inevitable conclusion. She and I were devastated, I had to give her break through morphine to get her home and the Home Care people set up appointments for us the following day. Addy, a wonder Home Care Specialist, came and immediately established a close bond with Kelly (she of course had to show her the bracelet) and we all decided that moving her to the hospital was in order. I had the ambulance staff take her to St. Pauls Palliative care that afternoon and she passed away peacefully in the company of our family the next afternoon. Kelly battled long and hard without complaint or concern, and once I was diagnosed she disguised/hid most of her symptoms from all until she knew I was going to recover.
I would do anything to have Kelly back, but I am simply left with honoring her memory and making a statement "fuck cancer".
I am a veteran of cancer, not just a survivor.
The Tattooist (engraver) was Danny at Right of Passage, Saskatoon.
August 31, 2011 is a day I will never forget. Since April of 2011 our family dealt with the cancer of our Mother Renee who battled esophageal/stomach cancer. My Mother's journey began when she experienced weight loss and difficulty swallowing. In April she was diagnosed with cancer and after a brief but courageous struggle she died on August 31, 2011. Our family was all very thankful that we had the opportunity to laugh, cry and share with her prior to her death -- but she still died and the world will forever be a little less bright as seen from my eyes.
On the same day (August 31), just 30 minutes prior to my Mother's death from cancer, I myself was diagnosed with locally advanced prostate cancer at age 46! What 46 year old gets advanced prostate cancer!! For a short while I wondered why God had chosen to make me bear the loss of my Mother and a diagnosis of cancer on the same day.
After attending the funeral of my Mother, and after a great reunion of our family, I attended my younger Brother's wedding in Ft. Saskatchewan. AB. Returning to Phoenix I concentrated on my own cancer journey - a journey that I never thought I would ever embark upon. Now, in mid-October, after numerous consultations, hours of research and prayer I have decided on a course of treatment that will hopefully give me the time to enjoy my life longer than my cancer would have otherwise allowed me.
My wife Cheryl where's the F-Cancer bracelet in remembrance of my Mother and in support of me. This disease needs to be eradicated. Its economic, social and psychological toll is unfathomable. For my part I intend to beat this cancer, and I take comfort in knowing that one day cancer will be a disease of the past. FUCK CANCER.
I was diagnosed with breast cancer in May 2011 at the age of 50. I have had surgery and 2 rounds of Chemo at this point, with 6 more rounds of chemo to go and 30 zaps of radiation and then back for more surgery. I am DETERMINED to win this battle. I have had setbacks but will continue to move forward because Cancer cannot win...FUCK CANCER
The man I am dating has just been diagnosed with colon cancer. We had just reconnected and were beginning to build our relationship when we got the news. We have known each other for most of our lives (since kindergarten--he was my first kiss and first boyfriend in Grade 6) but we both had 27-year marriages to other people. It's been a few years for both of us since our marriages ended and we were ready to move on. Things were going really well for us when we found out he was sick. He has since had surgery and will begin chemo for about 4-6 months. The prognosis looks good and he has a great mindset. When I saw this bracelet I thought, "That is exactly what he is saying right now--fuck cancer!" I know he is going to love this bracelet and he is going to have a huge laugh when he sees it. Thanks so much.
Four days before my 21st birthday a tumor was found in my spinal cord. This tumor had been developing for at least seven months - which is the time it took for doctors to figure out why I was slowly becoming paralyzed from the waist down. Upon biopsy it was determined that I had a very rare form of a cancer called Primitive Neuroectodermal Tumor (PNET). I immediately began radiation to my entire central nervous system. I received radiation for six weeks and that was able to shrink the tumor a good amount, the rest would have to be taken care of through very intense chemotherapy. I received chemo for six months and then completed another year of oral chemotherapy. Everything worked and I went into remission.
Throughout my treatment I also participated in physical therapy for what became a total of three years. That is how long it took for me to be able to learn how to walk again. I still have some damage to my spinal cord and walk with a cane.
Fast forward ten years...I began having "weird" headaches that felt as if there was some type of pressure in my head. I told my doctor about this and he rushed me in for an MRI. This is when I found out that I had a recurrance of my PNET, but this time in my brain.
Due to the fact that I had already had radiation to the brain ten years earlier, I could not have it again. I underwent two brain surgeries to remove as much of the three tumors as possible; two of the three were inoperable. I also began chemotherapy which was again successfull in eliminating the tumors. Once I was found to be in remission I underwent a stem cell transplant to try and prevent another recurrance. That was hell, but I made it through and after almost a year was able to return to my job as a social worker.
Unfortunately, two years later, I am undergoing treatment again for another recurrance in the brain. This time the tumor was found very early and was able to be completely removed with surgery. The chemo I am receiving this time is less intense and has very little side effects. I am able to continue to work and my scans continue to be good showing no signs of cancer.
I am lucky because I have a very supportive husband and family that never let me down. I have always managed to keep a positive attitude throughout my struggles with this disease and that is why I fell in love with this bracelet when it was discovered. I will also be getting this as a tattoo as soon as I am done with my chemo. Thank you for creating this bracelet for everyone that has been effected by this horrible disease.
i watched helplessly as my brother lost his battle to brain cancer at 39.....this bracelet captures all the emotion swirling inside me since his death in two words and the gaping hole left in my heart.
Through our husband's work association I met two wonderful women D'Arcy and Peggy. It's rare for work collegues to have their spouses get along famously. We've been getting together every year for 10+ years at the Peggy & Frank's cabin for Mayfest. While we started out as strangers; Peggy, D'Arcy and I are now friends and have shared many laughs and tears over the years.
Last summer at Mayfest, D'Arcy complained of the cold she couldn't shake. That fall she was diagnosed with CLL and entered into chemo. First course didn't go well due to automimmune challenges and she is slated for a bone marrow transplant this fall.
FCancer is pretty much how us three girls feel about D'Arcy's situation. So in solidarity we all are sporting your bracelets to remind us every day of our friendship and thoughts and prayers for D'Arcy.
p.s. my mother was just 'kicked out' of Cancercare after a breast cancer treatment. Peggy and I now live in hope for the D'Arcy's treatment will result in her getting kicked out soon......Love U D'arcy!
I'm buying this for my wife, who at 30 and three days after becoming a new mother, was diagnosed with Hodgkin's Lymphoma. It has been the biggest challenge we've ever seen but we are almost done with chemo after 7 months of everything you can imagine. Fuck cancer.
This is an awesome message and such a wonderful way to raise awareness. I was diagnosed with ALL whenI was younger and felt as if it took such a chunk out of my life and now I don't know where I would be or who I'd be if I had that chunk back. Going through this experience made me who I am today. I am at the school of my dreams finally, and studying to be a Social Worker so I can work along side the amazing people who saved my life at St. Judes Childrens Hospital. We are all part of the plan, I embrace life by embracing the plan set out for me. One day I'll be able to purchase one of these amazing bracelets and wear it proudly. Peace.Vibes. and Love.
We have all known someone who has had cancer and there are few who have not lost someone to cancer. But there are people in our lives that just should not be touched by this disease.
My best friend was diagnosed with cancer 7 years ago. We sat on my front steps and cried while she told me her diagnosis. The treatments were very hard on her and painful to watch but it appeared to have worked. Sadly the cancer is back - with a vengeance. She will be gone in less than a year. She has asked for normal and I have promised her normal. I enjoy the time we spend together but losing her will leave a hole in my heart and a sadness I will not think about now. I thought this news was the worst this year could bring - I was wrong.
My husband went to the doctor the 30th of May because he thought he had a chest infection. The doctor sent him directly to the hospital due to results from blood work. At the hospital he was put directly on oxygen. The chest x-ray was clear so the tests began in earnest. On day 4 the liver biopsy came back and it was cancer. The MRI confirmed the cancer was throughout his body. On the 5th day after watching his blood oxygen levels go down and the need for increased supplemental oxygen go up plus a scare with his blood pressure he was moved to ICU. The doctors told me to call family. How could this be? In the late afternoon of day 6 the ICU team worked on Jim for an hour - they brought him back twice after his blood pressure crashed. The second time, as I held his hand and my tears fell on his chest, he tried to tell me he loved me over and over around the endotracheal tube. We lost him the third time his pressure crashed, ultimately to Massive Pulmonary Embolism. Most of his family didn't make it in time. Six days from a tight feeling in his chest to death. We didn't even know he had cancer, we didn't have a chance to fight it. I lost the love of my live in 6 very short days.
I had previously received permission from Susan Fiedler to use her artwork for a tattoo. Three days after Jim was torn from our lives my 3 children and I sat in the local tattoo shop and had the fuckcancer artwork tattooed on our skin. My daughters and son boarded their aircraft 4 hours after we were done and flew home. I still wear my bracelet but I felt compelled to make a stronger statement with the tattoo. So did my children.
I have had amazing support from our families, friends and our Westjet family - but everyone is still struggling with how quickly we lost him.
I now encourage anyone that feels something just isn't right with their health to see their doctor. Jim didn't complain of anything and was working as he always did prior to going into the hospital, but in hindsight I am certain he knew something wasn't right. I also stress to anyone that will listen to not sweat the small stuff - it just isn't important. Life is too short - live it well and embrace it!
I am buying this bracelet for my wife. She is 46, and facing chemo and surgery for breast cancer. Her story is a common one. Young, healthy, active, and now faced with a significant battle on her hands. She has imense support from family and friends. She has an absolutely outstanding outlook, and I am fully confident that this story will have a happy ending. We are two treatments into the program, and she is beautiful. I have never been more proud of her.
I have visited your site many times and have been inspired by all the stories of courage that embody the 'F' cancer mantra. With this in mind, I wanted to reach out and say hi. I lost my father to multiple myeloma 2 years ago. My father was my inspiration and my mentor in everything that I hold dearest; truly a great loss in my life.
My father was an amazing man. When he was only 23 he left home (and when I say 'home' I mean a town of 150 in South Western Ontario) to travel to Europe. His travels took him all through Europe, from Ireland to Norway, Spain to Turkey and in his spirit, I am planning an 'around the world' motorcycle tour to benefit cancer research. "passed traX" is a dream of mine, and a perfect tribute to my father.
I am planning newspaper, magazine, TV, and radio interviews and will be proudly wearing one of your bracelets in support of your amazing cause as well.
I've read your story as well as those on your site and it gives me hope to know that there are so many positive and hopeful people in the world; particularly with what you hear in the news these days... but don't get me started on that! ;)
Congratulations on so much amazing success and keep up the fantastic work!
Thank you for being you and doing what you do – sharing your story and your passion is inspiring and supports our work greatly on many levels.
LOVE the EMBRACE LIFE message!
With many thanks and best wishes,
Janice Wright MD, CCFP
Director of Clinical Services
InspireHealth’s LIFE Program is the Single Most Important Step in cancer care. Tell someone you know today. No referral necessary.
I lost my mom to colon cancer when I was 24, my daughter to AMLwhen she was 2and a half - too many dear friends and relatives... I'm done losing - your lovely design resonates!!!
My mother was diagnosed with 4th Stage adenocarcinoma in November of 2010. It started in her lungs, and has moved to her head and her bones. She is only 52 years old.
This bracelet exactly says what I want to scream out to Cancer. Yes, F Cancer.
It has made a 5'7 woman become 108 pounds, give her bouts of deliria, 30 pills a day, and have to have an injection every day. Her body is unwilling to accept chemotherapy, so we just live day to day.
So Thank You for this bracelet. It is exactly what I needed today.
REMINDS ME TO EMBRACE LIFE EVERYDAY WITH NO REGRETS.
I wish I had this bracelet in 2006/07 when I went to the gates of hell with my dad (Gerry Ruryk) in his battle with cancer. Daily my sister and I would say "F* Cancer today Dad - kick its ass!"
We were blessed to have another 4 years with my dad, but sadly the long term side effects of the chemo (leukemia) took him from us in Sept. 2010.
I have happily purchased bracelets for my entire family - to not only remember my dads brave fight, survival and battle again - but to remind us that we need to keep the spirit alive everyday and do what we can to help those around us F* Cancer and work toward a cure.
This bracelet will open up the conversation to so many when they see the bracelet - and ask "what's up with that?" We can remind everyone who asks about the many around us that are battling - and the search for the cure.
Thank you for creating these bracelets! I wish I'd known of the special edition bracelets - I would have certainly purchased a few of those as well.
Keep the spirit - fight the good fight - and celebrate the moments and small victories.
On June 3, 2011, together with my family and friends,we walked all night to support Cancer Research at the 12th Annual Barrie Relay for Life.
For three (3) years now my team (Because You're Mine) " I Walk the Line" have participated in the Barrie Relay for Life event. My sister Alison and I started the team in support of our dad Phil who is a prostate cancer survivor. We wanted to show our dad how much he meant to us and that we will never stop fighting the fight.
This year we had 12 members on our team, and we paid special honour to my best friend Randall "Rolls" Pugh. Rolls was diagnosed with sarcoma just over 1 year ago and recently was diagnosed with lung cancer. He is fighting the fight of his life, and together with his wife Brenda, daughter Sarah, his mom and dad Barb and Bill, cousin Scott and many more we dedicated the night to him. Because that night, like every night we fight for him and stand behind him in love and support. (I love you Rolls).
Our team came in 6th place from a fund raising perspective in over 85 teams that participated in the Barrie Relay for Life - and I am proud to say that I personally placed 7th in individual funds raised amongst over 1800 people enrolled in this year's event. A total of approx $230,000 was raised by all participants in Barrie!! Wow! What an accomplishment!!
To help raise incremental funds the day of the event, we raffled off a F CANCER bracelet - earning an additional $375 in donations. We were the talk of the event - EVERYONE wanted to win the bracelet!! The picture shown here is of my dad and I standing on the track encouraging people to purchase a raffle ticket. What an overwhelming response. Everyone was asking how they too can get their bracelet!
A big thank you to Susan and Lisa for all their love and support. Thank you for making this year's Relay for Life memorable and so amazing.
Love and appreciation,
I know Susan, I remember when she was first diagnosed....I also remember her tenacity to want to fight and win in her own battle with cancer. I also remember what an inspiration she was to me during a time of incredible personal challenge.
I remember my father, my friend Myron, my Aunt Audrey. I remember my friends who have lost loved ones and have shared
Today, I contribute and write for Aunt Sharon & Milton and their families and friends and their brave battles to also say "fuck cancer"!
These two words say it all.
May I repeat ....fuck cancer!
What else can one say....anything else feels so trite.
Nicola Edward Kenneth Hawryliw was born January 16, 1992 and passed away April 30, 2011 in North Battleford. Nico leaves behind his broken hearted family – parents Allison (Kennedy) and Lionel, and sister Jane, grandparents, many aunts, uncles, cousins and friends.
Nico was a loving and generous person. His soul was older than he was. His hilarious sense of humor was with him until close to the end of his life. His love of life, family and friends was evident in the way he cared for others, never wanting to hurt feelings. He was intelligent and enjoyed school. He never procrastinated with homework and always did it to the best of his ability. He was unselfish – putting other’s needs before his own. He was compassionate – always worrying that everyone was included. He hoped to become a social worker, after realizing a hockey career was no longer possible. His sister Jane was his best friend – they spent many great moments together.
Nico loved all sports, especially hockey, fishing and golf. He was a collector - never fully using what he obtained, but it was important to him to have it. He travelled from coast to coast in Canada and had visited 22 American states.
Nico was first diagnosed with a CNS germinoma in February 2005. His 6 + years journey inspired us in many ways. He taught us how to love, to be courageous and to never give up. His fortitude united our community and Nico became a local hero, which he modestly denied. In 2010, Nico was awarded the Canadian Cancer Medal for Courage. He was very proudly humbled by this honor.
The celebration of Nico’s life will be Saturday, May 7, 2011 at 7 pm in the North Battleford Comprehensive High School gymnasium. Dress is casual. Feel free to wear your favorite team apparel or Nico’s favorite color - green. Donations may be made to the Nico Hawryliw Fund c/o the Battlefords and District Community Foundation Inc. at RBC Dominion Securities, c/o Rob Rongve, 1101-101st. Royal Bank Tower, Suite 602 North Battleford S9A 0Z5. A tax receipt will be issued and various charities will benefit from this endowment fund. Bob McKay of The Battlefords Funeral Service (306) 446-4200 is in charge of arrangements.
Just wanted to let you know that my son was absolutely THRILLED with his bracelet. He was in tears when he received it and gave me his "Livestrong" bracelet in return. The picture is my son in front of the school's sign. We did not know that the school was going to do this so it was a heart felt surprise.
Thank you again!
I wanted to let you know that I am thrilled with the exception service I received from you with this order. I will be giving this to my son, who has been battling bone cancer, for his 16th birthday this week.
I have recommended your company to many people and have shown this bracelet to everyone. People love it, so hopefully you will receive more orders from my recommendation.
W. Brett Wilson - (everyone's favourite Dragon and The Dragon's Den) gave Louise a very special sterling silver bracelet when he first heard that she was embarking this battle with cancer. "Strong words for a big battle" he said. The only time Louise has been without her F-Cancer bracelet was during the operation. Brett's direct support of Louise throughout the opening round of this ordeal has has really given us all a big lift. A cancer survivor himself, Brett and Doc Seamans joined forces to provide a $10 million dollar gift to improve urological cancer research in Canada through the formation and development of the Southern Alberta Institute of Urology. For more information, I encourage you to take a moment to watch this YouTube presentation
As of today, Louise is functioning independently. The catheter was removed yesterday, the pain management IV was removed today and Louise is now functioning pretty much on her own.
She is up for about 4 to 5 walks a day around the ward - quite a distance. This afternoon, the weather in Calgary was a balmy 12 degrees C - and she was able to go out for a breath of fresh air - and have a long overdue visit with Bailey...the wonder dog.
At the current rate of progress, we anticipate that Louise will be home by the end of the week!
We count ourselves very fortunate to have relatives and friends like you and Brett to support our family in the battle ahead. It is not an easy journey - but one that we are facing head on - and be counted as survivors - not victims of this horrific disease.
Louise's stamina, resolve and positive attitude go a long way to assuring a successful outcome. Your prayers, positive thoughts and energy give us the moral support we need for the next steps in this journey.
Iain, Grady, Bailey (the wonder dog) and Rod
In June 2010 I lost my mother to cancer. It was the most brutal experience I had ever gone through. Cancer took a very special person who spent her life finding the good in people and really did embrace life.
Inspired by my mother I decided to do a fund-raiser for my co-workers who are in tremendous battles against cancer. We are all city employees working for the City of Greater Sudbury.
One of these people started working for the City on the same day I did as a transit bus operator. His wife has lung and liver cancer. They are a young 47 years old and have one daughter. My friend has been off work for several months caring for his wife and ensuring that they live life to the fullest. We are not sure what the future will bring but we are doing what we can to support them in the moment.
Another co-worker is also a bus driver. This employee has throat cancer and has just recently had his voice box removed. He has been off work for several months and as he is a part-time employee he has no short term benefits. I have met with this employee and have had a great conversation using different methods like white boards and hand signals. He is in great spirits and is clearly ready to embrace life. He was extremely happy when I presented him with his fuck cancer bracelet. He loved what it represented and was wearing it proudly. He is also looking at returning to work in July. We can’t wait to have him back.
The last co-worker which I did fund-raising for has had to endure cancer which has attacked his son. It is a rare form of cancer which attacked the spine. They have had to travel to and from Toronto on a regular basis. This has had a significant impact on their financial situation as the father has had to take time away from work to care for his son. From what I understand the cancer has had an impact on the son’s ability to walk.
We hate to talk about a prognosis because it’s not always the best subject when talking about cancer. When my sister found this web site it gave us something we could use to say what we realy feel about cancer and how we want to approach life.
I hope the money raised with our event (which included the sale of bracelets) will make a little difference in the lives of the people we are trying to help.
The attached photo was taken at the fund-raiser and includes one of the people we were raising money for. He is the only man in the picture.
Recently, Kelly and Rach's All Access Pass got an exclusive tour behind the scenes on the set of the award winning entertainment talk show Urban Rush which is hosted by the delightfully funny Fiona Forbes and Michael Eckford. I wanted to share the video with you all for a couple of reasons; firstly, we just had such a great time. Not only are the dynamic duo quick witted and hilarious but they were warm and welcoming and both Kelly and I really had a wonderful day. Secondly, I noticed while we were on set that Fiona Forbes also wears a F*ck Cancer bracelet, a stunning piece of artwork designed by Susan Fiedler for Inspire Health. Some of you already know from a previous blog post this is a cause that is near and dear to my heart, and seeing as Fiona is one of Vancouver's hippest 'it' girls, always with her finger firmly on the pulse of whats hot and happening in this city, I thought this was a great opportunity to tell you all once again about these stunning pieces of wearable art.
The best way to do this is to re-direct you right to the F*ck Cancer website so you can read all about them and find out how to purchase one for yourself or for someone you love. I also find this to be a perfect time to mention the F*ck Cancer ambassador program which welcomes other cancer fundraising organizations and individuals who want to use the F*ck Cancer bracelet or artwork for their own fundraising programs or events.
And in the meantime, do enjoy the video Kelly and I made of our visit to the set of Urban Rush, it was a breathless ride of fun good vibes, and do please make sure to tune in to the show on Shaw TV, if you everwant to know what's really going on in this city, you can be sure Urban Rush is there to tell you about it!
I first heard about the bracelet from a friend who was supporting her girlfriend through her cancer treatment. The message rang true for me and when I was diagnosed in 2009, I bought a bracelet for myself and for those closest to me who were supporting me through my journey.
Happily, I completed my treatment and have been "back to normal".
When another friend was told she might have cancer, I felt it was appropriate for me to pass my bracelet on to her. She too loved the message and we giggled over the f*** cancer message.
Now I find that I may be facing cancer again and the first thing I did was to buy a replacement bracelet...hopefully to ward off cancer once again.
Thank you for bringing humour into this most frigtening of experiences!!!
20 years ago, lung cancer took my dear dad. three weeks ago, brain cancer took my dear mom. in between, cancer has taken friends, uncles, and parents and friends of loved ones, and threatened countless other dear friends who have bravely fought and won. this is for each and every one of you. fuck cancer.
Hi In March 2009 as a result of moving to another city and making an appointment with a new doctor he noticed a nodule on my Thyroid. After a fine needle aspiration is showed Herthle Cell Lesions. No one gets excited about thyroid cancers so the Surgeon ( even after I tried many times to have myself moved me up the waiting list) I finally had the surgery October 1 2010. On October 28 I returned to hear the good news from the surgeon when they told me that they were surprised to find that I had Medullary Thyroid Carcinoma. A very rare type of thyroid cancer. A blood test will indicate if the cancer is still evident in my body of which it was and January 12 Ihad a bilateral neck dissection. I will have to wait till March to find out if there is still evidence of cancer. It could move to lungs, bone, liver etc. This type of cancer does not respond to chemo or radiation so its imperative to remove it all during surgery.
The pain was a lot worse than I ever expected and I am now in physio in order to get back in shape. I cannot feel my ears and as far down as my chest as all my nerves are cut during surgery.
I am going to believe that they have removed all the cancer. Glad to be alive at this point.
How many times can a person be touched by cancer and still be sane? Three years ago my dad died suddenly of lung cancer complications. He was 60, I was 28 and suddenly my mom was a widow. Life has a funny way of making things better and suddenly friends were coming out of the woodwork and letting me into thier stories. SO many young people in my life has lost a parent to cancer. This club that I hadn't signed up for kept getting bigger and bigger.
Life started becoming normal again and my daughter was born a year after dad died. Things were looking up. Then last March life became crappy again. Five days before her 60th birthday my mom was diagnosed with uterine cancer. Happy F***ing birthday. So here I was a working mom of a 15 month old girl, a loving wife and suddenly the daughter of a cancer patient with no spouse to care for her. Of course Karma worked it's magic during her hysterectomy and my mom ended up with not only a perforated bowel and a colostomy, but a nasty infection pocket in her incision (not cut open twice). Happy F***ing mother's day. Our summer was filled with dressing changes, doctor appointments and parts of your mother that you should never see! Three months of chemo and 5 weeks of radiation later mom is doing wonderfully and feeling herself again...thank god!
I figure we did something REALLY bad in our past life beacuse Karma did not like us this past year. Not only did mom have to deal with cancer but her only sister also had a tumor removed from her ovary. So the sisters had chemo at the same time and had the cutest shaved heads together. Unfortunately my aunt's cancer journey isn't over as she recently had cancerous fluid removed from her abdomen.
In our family we don't mince words. We are realists but we also don't take things lying down. "F*** cancer, embrace life" embodies our feelings on the matter. Thank you for for putting it into words and onto a non-rubber bracelet!
F YOU CANCER, YOU CAN'T TAKE US DOWN.
In July 2010 I visited my brother and sister in law who live on Vancouver Island, they kindly gave me a F*K cuff which means an awful lot to me. Our lives like many others have been haunted by cancer with the loss of loved ones. Today a dear friend of mine lost her mother, so I have ordered her a matching cuff which I know she will treasure as much as I treasure mine.
I am a cancer patient (multiple myeloma) and have never heard of InspireHealth before. I had no idea that there was a non-profit integrated health centre for cancer patients in Canada. After I entered your F Cancer contest I decided to call up InspreHealth and book a 2 day LIFE course. I was surprised that they take OHIP cards (I am from Ontario) to cover the doctor portion of the visit. Anyway, I am off to visit their centre in March and wanted to tell you how grateful I am that you are supporting and promoting this centre - I am hoping to have a successful visit with them.
I joined as a member and am subscribing to the newsletter. Power to you for turning your fight with cancer into a thing of beauty.
My mother who is now 72 was diagnosed 4 years ago with breast cancer, underwent chemo, radiation and mastectomy and is so far now cancer free. I was diagnosed at 49 yrs old in the spring of 2008, and because of early detection, underwent surgery only which involved mastectomy and complete reconstruction of my left breast. I am also presently cancer free. Now my 20 year old daughter is undergoing screening for a lump but initial tests do not indicate cancer at this time, THANK GOD!! She will have to be diligent about it for the rest of her life however. There was previously NO history in my family on either side so we are inclined to think environmental causes...but will never know for sure. This has become epidemic and so disturbing. I bought the bracelet but it expresses my sentiments so well and hope the donation portion will help others facing this horrible affliction.
Being diagnosed once, is a scary and life altering thing. Not only to you, but to family, friends, colleagues and partners. So, 9 years later and 5th time sitting down with my oncologist, whom is now on speed dial, christmas card lists and know his birthday without even looking at his facebook or calendar now, he tears up as he tells me I have been hit with the cancer stick again. I laughed and said "seriously? with all the chemo and drugs and treatments my body has absorbed, this disease has the nerve to show up again??" Mark then began to go over a treatment plan of action.
Something was different this time. I let the disease get to my spirit. I walked out of Marks office thinking, If it keeps coming back, maybe I should take this as a sign and just give up... what kind of life do I have where every 1.5 years I keep getting hit with this.
Without thinking, 2 days later I packed up and moved to the West Coast to hide. I ignored family, friends, doctors and figured I would just come out here and die. I was blessed enough to have a job where I can do it from anywhere, or they could fly me in for voice work etc. For the first time in my life, I gave up on myself. My friends reached out to one of my idols/inspirations. W.Brett Wilson. He called me at 730am one Monday morning in November. He was kind, funny and real. He encouraged me to get treatment and to look at other options....most of which I just ignored. After emails etc ... something clicked. He shared the link of F*** Cancer Embrace Life with me.
I started caring. I started to realize.. I was letting Cancer win. I have never done that. I am a woman, who has beat this disgusting disease 4 times before...and I won! This 5th time ... is it going to be harder?? Yes. But if, a man like Brett, who doesnt know me from a whole in the wall can show me how he embraced life, why wouldnt I consider that for myself. I reached out and purchased a bracelet and wear it like a badge of honour and love explaining it to those who ask what it is.
My Oncologist asked me to fly into see him a little before Christmas, and suggested I look at quality of life, not quantity. I told him I would stay in touch, knowing I will still keep going with my homeopath and naturopath back home. As fate would have it, later that same day, I was doing some work at the CBC downtown Toronto that was also taping a segment with Brett. The stars aligned and we met up for a quick hug and hello, and he made me remember that it is truly about my journey. That it really is about embracing life no matter how long or how short. I cannot thank him enough for that.
I am currently going through holistic treatments, drinking my Chagga and with a trip to Vancouver every month to get a medical check up and status, my spirits are up, I am laughing, smiling, traveling, doing things I have wanted to do and have never done ... I like to think as soon as I put that bracelet on for the first time.. I started embracing my life.. and all the mountain and valleys it has for me.
What you guys have is not just a way to raise money for cancer or a really fashionable bracelet, you are helping people remember why life is a great, beautiful thing that should be embraced and lived to its fullest every day.
I was first diagnosed with breast cancer in 2005. I underwent a lumpectomy, chemotherapy and radiation. Bald and sick, I was overwhelmed by the goodness that was manifested by people I knew, and people I didn't know. It was life changing for me. If I had to do it all over again, I would in a heartbeat. I would often hear people comment on how gracefully I was handling my illness, when in reality I was drawing my strength from their outpouring of love. Deep down I was scared. F*Cancer
In 2008 my life changed again, when my first grandchild was born. It brought out feelings of sadness in the beginning. Would I live to see him grow up, start school, get married? Or would I be the grandmother that was just a vague memory in a little boy's mind? Even though I felt I had beaten cancer, the fear still lingered deep inside. F*Cancer
When my grandson was 5 months old, he came into our care permanently. I was 50 years old and faced with motherhood. But now the fear was even greater. This little boy had been abandoned by his birth mother. Was it fair to him to have me fill that void, and then lose me? F*Cancer
In January 2010, I was one month shy of being cancer-free for 5 years, a milestone for breast cancer survivors. But the back pain I had been experiencing since December become unbearable. The cancer had recurred and was attacking my spine. F*Cancer
I will not lose this battle. I will fight it with every ounce of my being. I want to live and I will. I love you Dominic. F*Cancer
Thank you Susan, and thank you for the beautiful design that says what we all feel. I will be ordering a bracelet and wearing it proudly as a reminder every day that I am stronger than the cancer.
In life we often find ourselves inspired by people who are complete strangers. Complete strangers in the traditional sense only because you never met in person, but yet, through experiences in life you feel completely connected. That is how my family and I felt about Brett Wilson.
You see, my family came to a complete halt in 2000 when our Dad was diagnosed with prostate cancer. Years before our Grandpa Nick fought the same battle and at the time of his first diagnoses he won his battle. We knew what we were in for based on our grandfather’s experience, but fighting cancer is something you can never get use to dealing with. It’s an angry, self-indulgent disease that takes super hero qualities to battle.
In 2001 Brett was also unfortunately diagnosed with prostate cancer. His battle was fought hard and he came out strong and healthy, just like our Dad.
In 2010 we learned that Brett supported F Cancer Embrace Life, and in tribute to his battle wore a bracelet that said ‘f… cancer”. After Dad’s battle and losing our Grandpa Nick from prostate cancer in October 2010, we were inspired to also support F Cancer Embrace Life. In doing so, each of us in the Saunders family proudly wear our bracelets in honour of Dad and Grandpa Nick; a tribute to their lives and tumultuous battles.
Inspired by his savvy business sense and humble personality on CBC’s Dragon’s Den, my family and I continued to be inspired fans of Brett’s accomplishments and contributions.
In November 2010 on a weekend get-away to Toronto, having worked up an appetite from shopping, my girlfriend and I retired to a trendy café for a light lunch and beverages. As we waited for the Maitre’d to show us to our table I saw Brett Wilson. He was right in front of me - an arms length away. Instantly I felt faint and all the words I always thought I would say to him if I ever had the honour to meet him left my brain. I was like a deer caught in the headlights, completely star-struck.
After being seated, my excitement to be in the same vicinity as Brett was growing and I knew that I if I did not take this opportunity to introduce myself to him that I would forever regret allowing the moment to pass me by.
Through my girlfriend’s encouragement, we made our way to Brett and I introduced myself. Telling him how inspired we were of his courageous battle and the battle our family fought with both Dad and Grandpa Nick. I showed him my bracelet – and in Brett’s true-to-nature, beautiful human spirit, he embraced me. Brett said, “This is the most powerful bracelet in the world.”
We felt that he was just as honoured to meet us as we were to meet him. And that’s just the kind of man Brett is – humble and real.
As a successful businessman and philanthropist, Brett has dedicated resources and his personal time to support Prostate Cancer research. It is through his dedication to the end of the disease that we find inspiration of who Brett Wilson is as a human being. Meeting him that day in November was a highlight of my life. An honour that I will not soon forget. An honour I will carry in my heart for the rest of my life.
F Cancer – Together we are stronger!
As Grandpa Nick said, “Your outlook on life is a direct reflection of how you feel about yourself.”
I learned about the bracelet from my hairdresser who has her own horrible story of battling cancer. For anyone that has gone through it or loved someone that did, this bracelet says it all and feels good to wear it. You can't go around every day saying fuck cancer, but you can wear this and feel like you are.
I had lost many family members to cancer but it hit hard when my husband and father both died of cancer within a few years of each other. My husband was diagnosed weeks before our son was born and had a very unsuccessful battle. The chemo was horrible. The tumors were painful. All of it came out of nowhere. He didn't fall into the typical categories for his cancer. All the doctors were shocked. But, as many of us know, cancer does not discriminate.
So, when my grandmother asked me what I wanted for Christmas, there was only one thing on my mind, this bracelet. She lost her husband, two brothers and only son (my Dad) to cancer. While she would never walk around wearing a bracelet that says this, she told me she agrees with the sentiment.
For those going through their own battle, I wish you strength and love of those around you. I hope you wil be able share your own personal success story on this page!
One week ago, my dad lost his year-long battle with pancreatic cancer at age 56. After all of the research, reading, stories of those who have lost family and friends to cancer, explanations from doctors about how this nasty disease works, I really realized that cancer is a monster. Not only did it invade dad's body and spread, but it sucked the life right out of him, painfully slowly yet painfully quickly. It not only consumed whatever energy and nutrients he put into his body so that the cancer can use that energy to continue to grow and multiply, but it also stopped dad's body from absorbing any leftover nutrients after the cancer is done with them. When I was little, I had an image of a monster...big, dark, scary, loud, manipulative, able to take over anything quickly and swiftly, all the time making the sound of an evil laugh. As an adult, I've seen that monster now. That monster is cancer.
Dad fought with an amazing spirit. He used his religion and spirituality as a pillar, and kept family and friends closer than ever before. He still laughed and joked right until the very end, when he asked my brother to "call God." He didnt complain, didnt ask "why me", just went with the flow and made the best of his time. The way he fought was inspirational.
Anyone who has been diagnosed with cancer, and anyone who has had a family member or friend diagnosed with the ugly disease will probably agree that FUCK CANCER is the only way to express our feelings towards this monster. Fuck you, cancer, we'll beat you one day soon.
My name is Jennifer Dempsey and I am the proud mother of a very brave brain tumour survivor. My youngest child, Brandon, was diagnosed with a brain tumour at the age of 4 and spent 10 years battling this terrible disease. He was cautiously declared tumour free at the age of 14 after undergoing numerous surgeries, chemotherapy and radiation. He is now 16 and is doing great. He is a Grade 11 honors student, works part-time and has lost 25 pounds as a result of making some serious lifestyle changes. On his 16th birthday, I allowed him to get a tattoo on his chest which reads "Survivor''. He has become an advocate for the brain tumour community throughout the years, doing everything in his power to create awareness of the disease. I am chairperson of two brain tumour organizations, one local and the other national. Sadly, I all too often see children and adults lose their battle to cancer but I also see the tremendous amount of progress being made in the fight against this deadly disease. I wanted to buy bracelets for Brandon and I so that we can help spread the message that cancer can be beaten. Brandon is living proof of it!
When my beautiful boy was born he was placed in my arms and on May 22nd I handed him from my arms into God's.
When Glenn (37 years old) was asked in his final hours how he was feeling, he responded "not bad". That was how he lived every moment of his 2 year battle with cancer, with laughter, love and a positive outlook.
Glenn, a non smoker was first diagnosed with tongue cancer in August, 2008. When surgery to remove a part of his tongue was successful we believed that we had kicked cancer in the butt. But it returned and his cancer was resistant to both radiation and chemotherapy.
Glenn's bravery and sense of humour despite the inevitable tragedy inspired everyone. He was the bright light at the cancer clinic, the hospital and finally at the hospice. He kept his fellow patients, the doctors and nurses in good spirits by refusing to give up and by searching out the laughter in the moment. He was my hero and always will be.
Glenn had a patch sewn on one of his caps that said *uck cancer. He would laugh if he knew I had purchased the *uck cancer bracelet.
Some days the pain of missing him is almost unbearable but I try to remember that this brave young man, my son, lived life to the fullest until the very moment that he took his last breath.
I was shocked when a lump came to the surface of my body just under my armpit....i knelt in the shower and cryed "oh my God" over and over again....My brain engaged again after fear went on a rampage through my body........Called the doctor and in i went for ultra sound."'That did look suspicious" she said and then sent me for a mamogram...'No its not breast cancer" and found great relief of the news.No one person in and on my families sides had breast cancer.So in i went to biopsy the lump.Stage 3 follicular non-hodgkins lymphoma Cancer!That threw me for a spin and then i got aggressive.Lets fight this.I read all i could get my hands on and went forward with the treatment of chemo thereapy.After my last session #8 treatment i hoped on my Harley and drove over 3 thousand miles.The first few days i just hung on for dear life and by the second week of the trip i was in control again.Stronger body and mind.When i finished the ride i started maintanance therapy...more chemo, again 8 more rounds, but spaced out 1 every three months.Very doable.I just finished my 6th yesterday and saw a lady with the braclet on and i needed to get one because this is now how i feel " Fuck Cancer" sums up just about everything i have to do to move forward.I don't wear any color on my body dipicting what cancer i have,but you would think "pink"is the only cancer there is...........All is going well and life is sweeter than ever!!!!
When I started writing this, the only purpose it held, as far as I was concerned, was an outlet for what I was feeling and couldn’t share with my friends and family. I felt like I was exploding inside and had to get things out, but did not want to burden anyone with my feelings.
It is 2:20 am and I am, once again, unable to sleep. If my sleep deprivation can be divided into two categories, one being insomnia, the worst is the one I am now: Sadness. When you don’t sleep because you just can’t, it’s annoying. But when you can’t sleep because of so many (depressing) thoughts running through your head, your exhaustion just exasperates.
What has happened over the past year has been nothing less than shocking and painful to me; my heart goes out for people who are going through what I am going through – or are about to, or already have – to see that there are other people experiencing the same exact feelings and pain that, with all good intentions, cannot be fathomed by someone “on the outside.”
As for how do I start each day without my dad? Shockingly, I do. I don’t know how. Before he died, and before he was terminal, and before he was even sick, I never thought I’d be able to survive not having my dad around.
There are several stages that individuals who have been diagnosed with a terminal illness go through, and have been extended to include those who have lost loved ones. Wikipedia defines the stage of denial basically as a “this can’t be happening” stage. I actually spent a very long time in that stage – probably around a year, until the cancer reoccurred.
I know he’s gone, I feel he’s gone, I’ve accepted he’s gone – but I haven’t.
I am in denial that I won’t ever see him again. I’m only 26 years old! He was only 58! It’s insane to think that I have decades ahead of me where I won’t get to hear my dad’s voice, or feel his hug (which is clearly unique), or smell his scent, or feel his touch, or hear him say he’s proud of me, or have him at my wedding, or have him when my kids are born, or have him teach me how to be a mother, or have him calm me down when I’m freaking out, or have him advise me what washing machine to buy because ours broke down this weekend, or teach me his amazing recipes, or bring me the sweetest of the melons and mangoes, or have him babysit, or get his advice (because let’s face it, our dads know best), or have him meet The Boy, or tell me that I’m not insane when I feel I am, or see him get old with my mom – or see him get old at all.
I am in extreme denial about all of it, just a different version of denial than is discussed in most literature. It’s probably the kind reserved for my kind of cancer survivor.
Wikipedia defines a cancer survivor as “… an individual with cancer of any type, current or past, who is still living.”
I am pretty sure that the definition should be amended to include those who lost a loved one to cancer. You see, we – my grandmother and brother and mom, and all of my dad’s good friends and family – we are cancer survivors as well. We are the leftovers of my dad’s food-pipe cancer.
We are the ones left with picking up the pieces. My dad is gone, but we’re still here, and so many of our daily activities are constant reminders of his death. Whether it’s celebrating a festival without my dad – and remembering he was at the previous one. We are the ones who are grieving on a daily basis. The ones who need to figure out where we go from here, what changes we need to make.
We are the ones who keep having to tell the story. Every time we run into someone who didn’t know my dad was sick and we have to tell them he died, we are survivors all over again. Even though the process isn’t as painful as it was at first, it still isn’t easy. When I speak of my dad as being dead, I am completely disconnected from the words coming out of my mouth. As far as I’m concerned, I could be talking about the rain in Mumbai. Because that’s my way of surviving.
We are the ones who feel the effects of his death every day, even in stupid things like accidentally saying “My dad would love that!” and then feeling bad for the person who heard it because they don’t know what to say.
We’re the ones who can randomly start crying at any given moment and then have to start explaining why. And, of course, feeling bad.
We are the ones who are labeled. The Ones whose Dad/husband/Child/ Died of Cancer.
We are the ones who are looked upon with pity, both by those who know us and don’t how to talk to us anymore, and those who just find out.
My dad’s cancer affected our life profoundly and forever altered who we are. It has changed us in every possible way, and its devastation is felt almost on a daily basis.
The original definition of “cancer survivor” is a positive one; It is one of triumph, one that shows that even though cancer has attacked, people can survive.
I can only assume, then, that we – the friends and family of those who have died – cannot be included in the official definition because we are the negative side of cancer.
But we are, in fact, cancer survivors as well.
Thankfully, the hard days don’t happen as often as they used to. And when they do, I just try to get through them without hurting the people who care about me. It’s all part of being the other type of cancer survivor.
I'm a cancer fighter myself! Since being first diagnosed back in May 2009 with Multiple Myeloma (same as Lisa Ray), I decided from that moment I will not let this own me. I actually felt a warming relief now knowing what has been draining me of my energy of the last 6-8 months. Taking things head on has always been my way. So I figured this would be no different. There was no time to feel sorry for one self. Strangely I finally found purpose with my life and this was the battle! Whether it is in the form of bad or good news, one must take hold of it and do good.
To know me, I am a very athletic, physically strong guy, aged 44 that always took care of himself. I was the one guy in my group of friends that had an annual medical, ate healthy, drink little and did not smoke. I water-skied, downhill skied, mountained biked, played volleyball twice weekly and the list goes on. I also continued to work during this time, driving 65kms one way to my office in Oshawa everyday. Not only was I dealing with the cancer, I also had a broken rib (which is how we discovered this), I was anemic, and also had acquired through the chemo a blood clot in my right leg. I guess fate really doesn't play favourites, you can do all the right things and still be so unfortunate with so many things going wrong. At this point I thought to myself, if god wants to take me down, he'll have to hit me with more than just this small list of things! My self reserve and toughness was really started to shine through at this point.
The summer of 2009 was a tough one, but I have managed to survive that first 4 months round of chemo (Dexamethasone and Velcade) and get my self set for a stem-cell transplant for December. While waiting on "the list" I at a very last minute decided to get involved in a PMH charity event. The 5k Your Way for Multiple Myeloma. With 8 days before the event I started my charity drive. I set a goal of $2000 and in 2 hours I achieved that. I then upped the goal to $5000 and before that weekend I hit that. After a week, I was floored to find out that I managed to raise $10,000 towards this cause the first time out. It was a good feeling and one were my sense of purpose really kicked in. It also was a good break while I waited for the call to be admitted for the SCT. The stem-cell transplant seemed like a breeze. I was able to walk 3 km's everyday on the hospital floor as we were confined due to our weakened immune system. The toughest thing was the hospital food. Gosh, someone really needs to let them know at PMH that it would go a long way to recouping when the food actually tastes like the food it resembles!
Apparently I was a text book case during my stay at the wonderful Princess Margaret Hospital in Toronto. By the way, I just cannpt say enough about the doctors, nurses and staff at that place! Thank you... seems so little. Back to my text book case. I got my Christmas present and was released on Christmas Day. My recouping was none eventful much like my experience in PMH. I had no really side effects or complications. Just long boring days. Even my energy levels with low red blood counts didn't seem to slow me.
February showed up and so did the Olympics in Vancouver. Opportunity presented itself to me do off I went to see the spectacle. It was awesome! At this point the neupogen I received in December decide to show its side-effects. The soles of my feet were burning, but again I decided I wasn't going to let this run my life and I pushed on and walked Robson St., saw 5 hockey games, and took in skiing in Whistler. It was worth it and the extreme pain I felt everyday and night in my feet for four weeks finally disappeared.
Easter then showed up and so was a trip we had planned to beautiful Antigua with my beautiful girlfriend. It was a week well deserved for both of us. She has been so good sticking by my side. Supporting me, but I believe this is tougher on her than me. The resort was something out of a dream! Just incredible! The greatest thing though happened on the Wednesday mid week on the beach which we had all to ourselves. I proposed and she said yes! The proposal is a story in its self, which I will tell another time time. We were both very happy. Wedding is to be spring of 2010. Hopefully on a day that is just as memorable!
As you can see, I haven't sat back and watched the world go by and felt sorry for myself. I have continued on, doing things and keeping busy with others, not sitting back and waiting for it to come to me. You have to really take life by the horns and live it!
Finally in May it was found that the SCT was not as successful as we all hoped. Back to the drawing board. It was actually having a nice break from the drugs from January to June. The mind was once again clear, decisive and concise. Oh... what a feeling! No more fog! haha! Unfortunately short lived and since the end of June I have been back on Dex along with Revlamid. Both have been working their magic and results are looking good. Perhaps a partial remission is in order? Let's hope because work in a fog is always a challenge!
Speaking of work, no more drive to Oshawa 65 km one way. It's now a walk to the downtown towers which takes all of 15 minutes. Some things we need to do for ourselves is to eliminate unnecessary stresses, eat better, get excercise and keep a sound mind. Please read the Anti-Cancer book it will do you good! I especially liked what I learned about eating. No more sugar, no more white or bleached flours. Eat lots of veggies, and also remember to get lots of sleep.
So today I sit and I am writing this quick and short note. I hope it gives someone a sense of comfort knowing others are walking this road. Keep brave, hold your head high and take control of your life. You only get on chance and this is it regardless of the cards dealt!
Hello Susan, I was riding on a ferry from Victoria to Tswwassen yesterday with my girlfriend and we were eyeing your beautiful jewellery. She told me your story and your Fuck Cancer Cause (which I have added on facebook already) and I felt compelled to write you.
My mother Kathi Arnold passed away from cancer at age 76 in July of 2009. Her breast cancer went into her brain and subsequently had brain surgery and radiation. She recovered well from the 'routine' brain surgery but her communication skills were definately inhibited after the radiation. In June of 2009 I became a raw foodist after hearing that it cured cancer and all last winter I researched the 'underground' information regarding the Cancer Industry and actually compiled 50 pages of notes from books (The China Study mostly), studies, going to naturalpath/medical doctors, documentaries and speaking to cancer survivors who became raw foodists. I had a ridiculous amount of incredible information that is not let out to the public so I wrote a book about it. I am not here to plug my book or make money off your website but I feel I was placed on this planet to get the word out regarding cancer (and every other disease) and nutrition.
If you put live, whole, organic foods into your body with no toxins, chemicals, junk food, GMO's, processed foods or animal based foods (meat and dairy) and stick to a plant based diet you have NO CHOICE but to be well. It's fruits, vegetables, nuts and seeds mostly. If all of your cells are duplicating with the highest form of vitamins, minerals and nutrients from the best food in the world you will be well and it can prevent, reverse and eliminate cancer. I encourage everyone to watch the documentaries: 'Healing Cancer From the Inside Out' and 'Eating' by Mike Anderson and another one called 'Crazy Sexy Cancer' by Kris Carr. There are several videos on Youtube and one excellent one called 'Go Raw Now Trailer' for some inspiration. I even mention Inspire Health in my book as my friend went there and became a raw foodist and has been healthy, beautiful, and cancer free for almost 3 years. She also heavily researched cancer and I learnt a lot from her.
I wanted to thank you for letting me speak on your blog and I also have my own blog discussing raw foods, the benefits, delicious recipes, and I even met David Wolfe, our hugest raw foodist on the planet! My blog is www.rawfoodhealthylife.blogspot.com and my website is www.healingcanceryourself.com.
With Love and Inspiration,
PS. There is NO reason for this disease to be in your life, do something about it now.
A year ago my girlfriend showed me the lovely *uck cancer bracelet her brother bought after losing their mother to cancer very suddenly. I remember at the time feeling sad for her and thinking what a thoughtful thing for her brother to do.
A year forward and I am sitting in front of my dr as he is telling me my "cancer" responds really well to chemo and radiation - the only thing i could think of asking him was if he was really sure because i looked and felt fine except for a silly cough. Did he have the right person? Did he have the right diagnosis? After all I had alot of people praying for me - surely there must be a mistake.
Testing and treatments begin and suddenly your life is taken over and you are immersed in cancer world. Learning a new language and meeting new people.
My two teenage children, husband, sisters and brothers have been tremendous - so many times i wonder how i can repay them for giving up part of their lives to help me and my family through this terrible ordeal. I remembered the bracelet and I look forward to the day when I am healthy again and give one to each of my sisters and mom - you see they are the ones that really see the effects of cancer on a family ... *uck cancer! Anna Crawford, Orillia Ontario
My adorable older brother got a new kidney from my other amazing brother two years ago. They are both doing great. Except that tdoday my adorable brother called to tell me that he has colon cancer and the Dr, told him it has spread to his liver. So now he has to find a plan that will accommodate his new body. I don"t know what to do?
But my dear friend is battling bladder cancer and is wearing this beautiful Fuck Cancer Bracelet. So because I refuse to feel helpless I just bought one for my brother, his beautiful wife and his 3 very special grown children. This amazing family were at my side 3 years ago when my 25 year old daughter took her own life. So on behalf of all these people who do nothing but love and give and care to others, I say for them, Fuck Cancer, we have had enough! Do not under estimate the power of family love, we will fight this and win! Just watch us now.
Thank you for this beautiful, cheaky little token of expression of power!
I just wanted to say how much I admire what you are doing. Having lost my mother to ovarian cancer 7 years ago in December, and then watching my father and voice teacher fight cancer battles (and win!) this past year, this sentiment resonates very loudly. I love your message and look forward to wearing it on my wrist every day.
I just wanted to say how much I admire what you are doing. Having lost my mother to ovarian cancer 7 years ago in December, and then watching my father and voice teacher fight cancer battles (and win!) this past year, this sentiment resonates very loudly. I love your message and look forward to wearing it on my wrist every day.
My adorable older brother got a new kidney from my other amazing brother two years ago. They are both doing great. Except that tdoday my adorable brother called to tell me that he has colon cancer and the Dr, told him it has spread to his liver. So now he has to find a plan that will accommodate his new body. I don"t know what to do?
But my dear friend is battling bladder cancer and is wearing this beautiful Fuck Cancer Bracelet. So because I refuse to feel helpless I just bought one for my brother, his beautiful wife and his 3 very special grown children. This amazing family were at my side 3 years ago when my 25 year old daughter took her own life. So on behalf of all these people who do nothing but love and give and care to others, I say for them, Fuck Cancer, we have had enough! Do not under estimate the power of family love, we will fight this and win! Just watch us now.
Thank you for this beautiful, cheaky little token of expression of power!
Cancer has taken my mom, her mom and a number of my aunts - and is currently working on two other aunts.
Cancer has tried to take me and I say ... F*CK you Cancer!
Six year breast cancer survivor.
Cancer has taken my mom, her mom and a number of my aunts - and is currently working on two other aunts.
Cancer has tried to take me and I say ... F*CK you Cancer!
Six year breast cancer survivor.
Never in a million years did I ever think I would walk into a tattoo parlor and get a tat, let alone write up a review on my experience. The fact that I'm in Vegas for my 40th birthday celebration with a ton of friends, strange as it may seem, had nothing to do with my decision. The truth is I've been looking for about 2 months now for a good place to get it done.
My whole experience from the moment I walked in there was excellent. Believe it or not, I've never seen an episode of Inked and I had no idea until my friend told me that Hart and Huntington was where the reality show was filmed. It didn't have any real influence on my decision but in retrospect I think it's actually kinda cool!!!
Jessica at the reception was friendly and inviting and made me feel welcome. It being my first time, she was more than generous with helping me. Jime was awesome!! Friendly, interesting and totally cool. I also learned that Jime had a special connection to cancer as well. I won't get into any details but I was really glad he was my artist. It was an honour to have him do it!! Thanks Jime!!
Prior to my diagnosis last July there was nothing that I thought I'd like painted on my body permanently for the rest of my life. But during my stay in the hospital for my first round of chemo my partner Brent showed me a bracelet by a local Vancouver artist and cancer survivor named Susan Fiedler. The bracelet is sterling silver and engraved with two words that have become my mantra.....Fuck Cancer. As soon as I saw it I knew I'd found my tattoo and yesterday Jime at H&H made it a permanent part of me!! Susan herself provided the artwork so that it would be an exact representation of the bracelet. Thanks so much Susan!!!!! Big HUG!!!!!!!
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I came across this story after I read the link on Brett Wilson's website. He was someone I had admired for a long time - and had no idea that he had a journey through cancer as well. My father was diagnosed recently with Prostate Cancer, and I knew that this bracelet is something I had to have. And had to share the message it represents.
Well this is my story and I have never told it. Last year my mom was diagnosed with breast cancer @age 61 so we as a family began our journey, she started telling my sister and I to get a mammogram we said ok yes ma'am we will. My sister who was 43 at the time had hers done, she was fine. I still waited mainly because I was scared and had never had a mammogram so I didnt know what to expect. I was 44 at the time. I finally went in august and it was not a good report. I went back in september for a biopsy, it was breast cancer as well. So in october I had a mastectomy and was well on my way. My mom had to go through chemo and I was lucky enough not to have to go through it because they caught my cancer at a early enough stage. I was able to have a choice on what type of treatment we would do. My mother and I both have had reconstruction on our breast(GURDIE:Girls Under Reconstruction Do It Easy). You might say we had to name this beast called cancer because it was a way for us to laugh rather than cry, so that is where the name GURDIE came from.Today I am going on 7 months no cancer and my mom is 10 months no cancer. We as mothers,daughters and sisters have truly been on an unbelievable journey this past year we laughed, cried and embraced this all together. I hope that all the women that read this will get there mammograms on time and not wait like I did. All I'm saying is I am blessed and very lucky they caught it when they did. ~Kim~
I have been trying to find a way to grieve since July 28, 2002 when I lost my aunt to gall bladder cancer. When I came across this web site, I was like, "yeah that's right, f*** cancer!" I have been reading the other posts, seeing pictures of other's family members, and to all of those who have battled and survived,well, in short, you are my hero. I cannot imagine a harder task then to fight everyday and then finally win. For lack of a stronger word, it must be truly rewarding to know you are in control of your life!
For those who have lost someone they loved like me to this horrible disease, I am so sorry. It is heartbreaking, but we live on and share/have memories that we will cherish forever, and then we pass those memories down to others.
My aunt had Crones Disease, which had made her weak before diagnosed with cancer. At her best, she weighed 100 lbs, and at her worst, 89 lbs. Cancer was never in the picture. She was only 48 when she died. I remember coming home after high school (I was 15) and my mom just sitting there on the couch crying and then told me the news. My aunt was my mom's older sister, and did not have kids of her own. My younger sister and I were her kids.
I remember the last day I saw her. She was covered in blankets, swollen all over her body, completely inflamed. I remember saying goodbye, like even then I knew it was the last time I would see her. My regret is that I didn't stay by her side longer. I miss her terribly.
F* cancer! It shouldn't take away those we love. Keep fighting.
Having seen your bracelet on a friend who works at The Princess Margaret Hospital in Toronto where my husband was treated for cancer, I just loved it and enquired when she had obtained it. I immediately contacted SoulFlower to order one for myself and one for my son, whose Dad passed away 10 years ago. Sometimes it difficult to select a unique gift for someone and when I saw the braclet, I knew we would both love it. Needless to say many people notice the unique "design" and are quite suprised when they actually SEE what it says ...... everyone just loves it! My order today is for a friend who has just finished up their treatments for breast cancer and I am thrilled to be ordering one for her ...... I know she will love it.
Susan, I just wanted to say... that I am inspired by you. I was at the Team Finn wine tasting fundraiser last night and discovered your beautiful f* cancer bracelet. I knew immediately that this was something I needed to wear. I am 40 years old and will celebrate 5 years as a cancer survivor this October 27. These 5 years have been the best of my life in terms of healing, living intentionally, taking risks, being connected. So for me, it is both f* cancer, and thank you cancer.
Anyway, I didn't win the bracelet in the auction - it was a competition to the end - but I picked one up at YYoga, and will be getting one for my friend who is 38 and just had a double mastectomy.
Your story inspired me, your jewelry touched me... thank you.
Too many good people have lost their battle with this disease. But, thankfully many others are winning theirs.
I've lost a number of family members and friends to cancer over the years, and known many people who are still fighting. My father passed away this month after a long, exhausting, battle with lung cancer. My mother passed away a year ago after again, a long, exhausting, battle with the same disease. The bracelet displays the perfect sentiment, as my father expressed these words many times, and I still do.
I am grateful for the time my father and I spent at Inspire Health. They offered many things, but the most important gift we walked away with was the knowledge that cancer can attack the body and chip away at the mind, but it cannot take the spirit.
On January 9, 1972 Leukemia stole my dad from me – he was 51.
On March 20, 1972 cancer took my mom – she was 48.
I was only 11.
What does an eleven year old feel they she loses her parents within 3 months to cancer? I can honestly say, at the time, relief.
Like all dads he was my hero – he could do anything, except slay the cancer dragon. Like all little girls (and the youngest of the family) I had my dad wrapped securely around my baby finger. In 1971 Leukemia snuck up behind him when he was taking care of my mom, providing for our family and stole him. How dare Leukemia take him? Didn’t cancer know that I needed him to be my rock? Why did it have to be my dad? Who would teach me to drive? Who would walk me down the aisle?
I remember the day like it was yesterday, when I heard my mom received THE call that she would need to go to St. John, New Brunswick for chemo treatments, this was around 1965. I didn’t know exactly what that meant, but I remember her crying as she talked on the phone – I knew that this trip to St. John did not include a fun weekend at my favourite aunts. Seeing her cry made me cry – with her best reassurance she said ‘everything will be OK – don’t worry’. This was the beginning of the end for her.
She made many trips to St. John for chemo, many visits to the hospital, towards the end of her life, our family doctor made nightly trips into our house to give mom something to help her sleep and be comfortable and ease the pain.
At eleven I had no idea the impact of losing my parents would have on my life – I just knew that they, especially my mom, was no longer in pain, which she was no longer suffering. Relief that there were no more surgeries, relief that there were no more trips to the hospital for her, relief the doctor no longer had to make the nightly trip into the house, relief that her pain was gone, relief that it was finally over.
I understand now the impact. They missed seeing me drive, graduate, walk me down the aisle to my husband Carl. (And would they have loved him. Carl would have enjoyed many drinks with my dad under the tree on the front lawn. He would have also teased my mom, and she would have swatted him with the dish towel, and made his favourite meals). They missed meeting my step-daughters, and grand-daughter. They missed seeing me become an adult.
Now that I am an adult (some of my friends will completely disagree with me on this). The day I turned 48 was very emotional for me. That was the age she was when she died. I have now out lived her – and 48 is not old, although it seemed like it was at 11. When I turned 48, I wanted to honour this woman, who fought this disease for most of the time I had known her. Whatever we did had to be challenging, so my husband, Carl and I participated 7 of the Weekend to End Breast Cancer events across Canada.
Two years from now, when I turn 51, I will be the same age as my dad was when Leukemia stole him. I will do something special to honour him.
I am a firm believer that everything happens for a reason – even losing my parents at 11. It has made me passionate about raising money for cancer research and care so that no parent has to leave a young daughter behind ..."
F* Cancer - you are NOT going to win!!!!
I first saw your bracelet on the arm of my dear friend Candace Davidson. Candace and I have been friends for 24 years, since we were teenagers. She is one of my greatest creative inspirations. One of the three amigos. When she was diagnosed, my husband and I got bracelets to show our support and have been wearing them ever since. Candace bravely ended her battle with cancer in October 2009. Last fall, I gave my friend Else one of these bracelets as her sister was battling lung cancer in Denmark, and she was helpless here in Canada. Dagmars’ battle with cancer ended on January 17, 2010. Else had given the bracelet to her niece Treena upon arrival in Denmark after her sisters' death. Just before they closed the casket, Treena took off the bracelet, and placed into her mothers’ hands. A fitting tribute to a woman who was reknowned for her love of life.
Thank you for giving this family a very fitting and apt closure to a dreadful disease.
Sometimes saying fight back is not enough - in any language.
My brother is a cancer survivor so I ordered on for each of us.
I have had several family members pass away from Cancer. A total of 5 over the last 10 years, the most recent being January 3, 2010. I love this bracelet it says everything that I feel towards this disease and I am positive the ones I lost would feel the same way as well. So I will be wearing this for them.
My husband was diagnosed with a brain tumour - summer of 2008. Life changes in an instant. He is my inspiration and the love of my life.....now and always. We are positive people and he is the strongest person I know - The bracelet is priceless and made us laugh...you need to have a lightness with this otherwise heavy load.
My mother, Sandra Singer, passed away in April after fighting Pancreatic Cancer for 21 months. She was 67 when she died. To say that her loss has left a hole in my family is an understatement. In one of life's tragic ironies, my parents, PH.D.s in Chemistry, spent many years working for the National Cancer Research Facility. Basically, they were researching cancer and its causes.
To see someone so brilliant and wonderful struck down by this disgusting disease where little could be done to help her (I know there are some moderately-successful treatments but every patient is different and I won't bore you with the details of my mother's medical profile. Suffice it to say, the deck was stacked against her), was something that took me months to finally come to terms with.
A friend of mine told me about this web site and the bracelet and I think the language really sums up, very succinctly, how I feel. I could go on and on about the pain, the loss, and what needs to be done and what should be done but really it all boils down to the two words perfectly chosen for this bracelet: F*ck Cancer.
I’ve been dealing with this disease since I was eight years old when my mom passed in 1978 after only a one year long battle. Wow have things changed.
I’m now forty and way too many friends and family members have been affected by this disease. Now my fiance and best friend of twenty plus years is in remission after being diagnosed twice with breast cancer. She is a true inspiration; the strongest person I know, a great mom and a survivor.
I would like to encourage people to remember that you are your best advocate, seek alternatives, talk to people, don’t get caught in the western medicine revenue machine and FUCK CANCER.
My older brother discovered he had colon cancer at 50 which has spread to his liver. Liver surgery was done this past summer and now he is about to complete his chemo. My father has Leukemia as well.
A younger cousin who is a cancer survivor himself, directed me to your bracelet. My wife and I wish to support him with one for ourselves.
My mother was diagnosed with cancer in March of this year, my Aunt passed in May, my uncle was diagnosed in June and a good family friend passed in August. I came across this story and bracelet and immediately sent the link to my sister. We are constantly trying to find ways to keep positive and stay strong - the message behind this bracelet as well as the stories shared have helped us both do that.
Cancer Sucks. F Cancer.
The medical team in charge of my case is to meet with family members and myself this late afternoon to see what steps can be taken to support my health from this stage, as further attempts to treat my aggressive leukemia are no longer in the cards. Bummer but so grateful for the time I was given with treatment - 6 weeks to this point when originally I only had 2 without treatment.
I learned of and experienced people like you, and Brett Wilson. How lucky I was to have Brett as a friend, willing to let me wear his F* Cancer bracelet. Wearing the silver fight cancer bracelet he took off and gave me my second day in the hospital - surprising everyone I breezed through 3 wks of Chemo with no side effects - except with what is no longer under my hat.
I have a great caring medical team, and am so blessed with support from wonderful family and friends… VALUABLE DAYS,
I am not good at expressing things but hope I meaningfully reflected how my F* Cancer Bracelet, as I came by it, touched and made me appreciate what matters in life - each other.
This December marks the sixth year that my mother is free from ovarian cancer, initially diagnosed at stage three. I saw the bracelet on a colleague the other day and knew that it would be the perfect Christmas gift for her. It states the attitude that we all need to have towards cancer.
My mother lost her very short battle with cancer on Anzac Day. I discovered the F*Cancer bracelet while on a trip to Vancouver to take my mother’s ashes home. While in White Rock I wandered into a small homewares store and saw a SoulFlower stand. The owner of the store told me the story and asked if I had heard of the F*Cancer bracelet. I had not.
Upon my return home I told my sister who is a ‘Jane McGrath’ Cancer Nurse here in Australia. She loved the idea so much that she wanted to buy one for herself and me, for my birthday in August. I received it last week, the first time we have been together since November 08. I just love it, and wear it all the time.
Yesterday whilst attending a cardiac appointment in Brisbane my specialist noticed the ECG waves engraved on the side of the bracelet. He took my hand and had a closer look saying, “You know what the engraving reminds me of….”.
He then looked at the words and roared with laughter, said “Does that say what I think it says?”. I told the story and he said he would order one for his wife who is an oncologist…..
Go the F*cancer bracelet and thank you to Susan for her generosity in art and research.
Just over 8 years ago, “cancer” became a household word in my family. My brother Danny was diagnosed with Pancreatic Cancer and was to undergo a very serious surgery which doctors advised was his chance for a cure…he is cancer free to this day.
About 3 years later, my sister Dianne was diagnosed with Colon Cancer and underwent surgery to remove part of her bowel. After several rounds of chemo therapy and radiation Dianne was ready to carry on with her life…just at the time my Mom was diagnosed with non-hodgkins Lymphoma! Mom also underwent surgery and several rounds of chemo and radiation and doctors were “optimistic”.
After 2 years Dianne’s cancer returned in her Liver. Surgeons removed 2/3’s of Dianne’s liver and once again she battled with chemo and radiation. For three years both Dianne and Mom had been cancer free until just recently doctors discovered Dianne’s cancer had returned and Mom’s is back as well…they will not stop fighting and their family will be there with them screaming….F*cancer!!!!
I’m Anne, I’m getting chemo for stage II, grade III invasive ductal carcinoma. I’m also on the Beatrice Trial and getting Avastin, an antiangiogenisis for triple negative disease, that means that the cancer in me won’t respond to any of the post chemo hormone therapies. I found a lump in my left breast just before Christmas of 08. I chose to have a double mastectomy instead of a lumpectomy. Another tumour was found in in the left breast tissue after the mastectomy. F* Cancer!
I work in a Pediatric Oncology Clinic as a Pediatric Oncology Pharmacist. One of my 17 year old patients, who is fighting a rare form of cancer, rhabdomyosarcoma, was wearing one of these bracelets, together with a wrist full of silver bracelets she has been collecting after each round of chemotherapy. A friend of mine had inspired her on starting this collection, as she herself sports over 30 silver bracelets, which she rarely ever removes.
For this friends’ 55th birthday, I decided she, too, should sport one of the F*Cancer bracelets, as her father is currently on his own journey with this horrible disease.
I was diagnosed with ovarian cancer in November of 2007. I was shocked but determined to win this battle that was before me. I went through 2 months of radiation and 6 months of chemotherapy. I celebrated my first year of remission on January 25th of this year.
Three days after I was diagnosed I started running so I would be in good shape to win the fight of my life. Today, I still run and am entering my first 5K run on May 31 in Toronto. I fought like hell to stay alive and I plan on staying that way. I had a wonderful support system and I am here to share my story with those who want to hear it. Cancer will not bring me down.