The "Fuck you cancer!" thread

Yes, fuck you cancer.

My sister in law passes away 5 years ago at the age of 37 from lung cancer. She was diagnosed in May and in August when she passed it was easier to list where it was not. The doctor said it was the most vicious cancer he had ever seen. She left behind two boys 10/8 at the time who are now in the custody of their drug addict loser father who is collecting $2500 a month in his wife's SS death benefits.

On the day of her funeral, my father in law who had tests done two weeks prior was diagnosed with cancer.

Since he has had FIVE surgeries and rounds of chemo and radiation. His liver, kidney, colon have all had sections removed. He had part of his stomach and esophagus done two years ago and still has days where all he can keep down is ensure shakes.

MY mother in law has had 4 surgeries for it, Pancreas(but non pancreatic) Liver, lung and guess what? she just had her 6 month check up and her markers are up.

Now my wife and they grew up in East Boston. The tunnels the airport it is one of the highest rated cancer areas in the country.

MY wife says don;t worry I married the healthy one (she also left Boston at 18) but I would be lying to say I am not paranoid.

So yeah, fuck you cancer.


As an added note based on my "religious preference" I will also add fuck the concept of a "merciful" god as well.
 
Yes, fuck you cancer.

My sister in law passes away 5 years ago at the age of 37 from lung cancer. She was diagnosed in May and in August when she passed it was easier to list where it was not. The doctor said it was the most vicious cancer he had ever seen. She left behind two boys 10/8 at the time who are now in the custody of their drug addict loser father who is collecting $2500 a month in his wife's SS death benefits.

On the day of her funeral, my father in law who had tests done two weeks prior was diagnosed with cancer.

Since he has had FIVE surgeries and rounds of chemo and radiation. His liver, kidney, colon have all had sections removed. He had part of his stomach and esophagus done two years ago and still has days where all he can keep down is ensure shakes.

MY mother in law has had 4 surgeries for it, Pancreas(but non pancreatic) Liver, lung and guess what? she just had her 6 month check up and her markers are up.

Now my wife and they grew up in East Boston. The tunnels the airport it is one of the highest rated cancer areas in the country.

MY wife says don;t worry I married the healthy one (she also left Boston at 18) but I would be lying to say I am not paranoid.

So yeah, fuck you cancer.


As an added note based on my "religious preference" I will also add fuck the concept of a "merciful" god as well.


Fuck you, cancer.

Fuck.

You.
 
I've not had as much experience with cancer as some of you (thank who/whatever!), but some - losing three family members and an in-law to it over the past 35 years or so. However, for each of those four, it was a process that cost them much of their dignity at times, and caused them more (unwelcome) pain than any sadist might dish out over a lifetime, and caused their family members a great deal of emotional pain and grief. So I'll add my voice to this chorus, near-tone-deaf as I might be:

Fuck.

You.

Cancer.
 
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I've not had as much experience with cancer as some of you (thank who/whatever!), but some - losing three family members and an in-law to it over the past 35 years or so. However, for each of those four, it was a process that cost them much of their dignity at times, and caused them more (unwelcome) pain than any sadist might dish out over a lifetime, and caused their family members a great deal of emotional pain and grief. So I'll add my voice to this chorus, near-tone-deaf as I might be:

Fuck.

You.

Cancer.

FYC.

FY.
 
On behalf of my cousin's husband, my aunt, my parent's best friend, my friend's mother, and many others:

Fuck you, cancer, and the fucking cancerous horse you fucking rode in on.
 
On behalf of my cousin's husband, my aunt, my parent's best friend, my friend's mother, and many others:

Fuck you, cancer, and the fucking cancerous horse you fucking rode in on.

Amen! Can I get a big "Fuck You" from the congregation?!
 
My roommate from college was diagnosed with bone cancer 2 years ago. She has been through chemo and radiation. She is now at a point where the cancer has spread so widely that chemo would do more harm than good.

She will die. She has accepted this and so must I. Meanwhile, we will try to enjoy the time we can share together.

Fuck you cancer!!!
 
My roommate from college was diagnosed with bone cancer 2 years ago. She has been through chemo and radiation. She is now at a point where the cancer has spread so widely that chemo would do more harm than good.

She will die. She has accepted this and so must I. Meanwhile, we will try to enjoy the time we can share together.

Fuck you cancer!!!

Thank you for your big fuck you TESTIMONY, sister!!!

The Holy FUCK YOU is WITH US TODAY!!
 
Cancer is such a cruel and relentless thief that has taken far too much from people I love. So, yeah... FUCK YOU!

And for the victims and the hearts that love them posting here, big squishy warm hugs! :rose:
 
I did my first mammogram a year and a half ago. When I got the appointment by mail I had just been to the funeral of a good friend, who died of what started as breast cancer, not yet 50 and leaving a few kids 11-19 behind.

This year when I got my appointment they had just canceled the last few chemo appointments for my mother because the treatment almost killed her.
She's almost done with radiation now and the think they got it all, but it's already the second time for her.

Both my mammograms came back clean and I'm in a research program trying find out why som people who are predisposed to get breast cancer do get it, while others don't.
That's my way to say:-Fuck you cancer!
 
I've had cancer. It sucks. I love Gilda's Place. I hate the survivorship hero mentality as well as some cancer npo's who have made money off cancer awareness campaigns but do nothing to actually help those with cancer. I've learned about friendship and who to count on and I've made some great friends. I've learned not to accept everything a doc says because he's a cancer specialist such as you're only getting low dose radiation..You shouldn't have any side effects. Geeze. :rolleyes:


:rose:
 
Third stage breast cancer. My lady friend is through with chemo, and they are letting her take a month break before the radiation.

She's going to survive but she is so diminished. Her wit and and humor have been muddied-- Chemo stirred her brains with a stick.

Fuck that shit, fuck it.
 
Cancer is such a cruel and relentless thief that has taken far too much from people I love. So, yeah... FUCK YOU!

And for the victims and the hearts that love them posting here, big squishy warm hugs! :rose:

Cancer: King of cruelty. Empress of assholery. Thy guillotine awaits, fucker.

I did my first mammogram a year and a half ago. When I got the appointment by mail I had just been to the funeral of a good friend, who died of what started as breast cancer, not yet 50 and leaving a few kids 11-19 behind.

This year when I got my appointment they had just canceled the last few chemo appointments for my mother because the treatment almost killed her.
She's almost done with radiation now and the think they got it all, but it's already the second time for her.

Both my mammograms came back clean and I'm in a research program trying find out why som people who are predisposed to get breast cancer do get it, while others don't.
That's my way to say:-Fuck you cancer!

Research bullets to the fucking head. Double tap, too, IA. Always double tap.

FYC.

I've had cancer. It sucks. I love Gilda's Place. I hate the survivorship hero mentality as well as some cancer npo's who have made money off cancer awareness campaigns but do nothing to actually help those with cancer. I've learned about friendship and who to count on and I've made some great friends. I've learned not to accept everything a doc says because he's a cancer specialist such as you're only getting low dose radiation..You shouldn't have any side effects. Geeze. :rolleyes:


:rose:

I'm giving you a big bouquet of fuck-yous to give to cancer. Maybe some nice baby's breath, and some Fuck You Cancer valentine hearts.

Third stage breast cancer. My lady friend is through with chemo, and they are letting her take a month break before the radiation.

She's going to survive but she is so diminished. Her wit and and humor have been muddied-- Chemo stirred her brains with a stick.

Fuck that shit, fuck it.

Fuck that shit indeed, with a big fucking fuck-you grin.

:rose: with FYC on every petal.
 
Can you FEEL the hatred in this holy place??

Come forward, brothers and sisters, and be BATHED in the cleansing bile of hatred!
 
My friend has cancer, it is slowly eating her up, she has been dying for the last 5 years, this is in an inoperable area, she has chemo to keep it at bay as much as possible, but slowly and relentlessly it is taking her. It may take anothe 5 years, or two or one but it is going to take her. So FUCK YOU cancer, fuck you and your poison offspring. I want you removed, obliterated from the face of this planet!
 
It more than fucking sucks. It's a sly little stealing bastard that I've been fighting for the better part of 8 years. Everytime I think it's gotten the hint and has fucked off for good it comes back. It steals energy, thoughts, friends, and anything else it can get it's fucking hands on...so yeah. FUCK OFF ALREADY!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
 
Ah cancer, you foul cankerous lech.

You caused pain and death in a man who only ever lived for others. But though mightily did you try, you only killed his body, he was himself until the end. RIP Neil, your black book lives on.

Your evil breath whispered through my Aunt's breast but her medical magical TicTac dispelled your cloying stench.

You have even tried to woo me with your promise of a lifetime of unholy wedded suckage. A knife weilding surgeon knight exorcised you, cruel demon.

All my family will drop dead of massive heart attacks, and that's a giant FUCK YOU.


So, once more, with feeling

FUCK YOU CANCER!

FUCK YOU.
 
My favorite aunt passed away this morning from cancer. She was an amazing woman who loved everyone fully and with all her heart.

I love you and will miss you always Aunt Darlus. :rose:
 
Fuck cancer.

My Granny, my Daddy's mother, passed away in 2003, the summer after my freshman year in college. She had some relatively form of liver cancer. And thus ended my having one person in the family who understood me. I miss that woman every day of my life. She had a heart of gold. If I could be only a tiny fraction of the person she was, I'd be happy with myself.

Granny and Papa had a daughter who died at the age of 19 from some sort of brain cancer. Daddy was 12 when it happened, so needless to say, I never knew her. To this day, he says that seeing women with extremely short hair makes him twitchy because he always thinks about being a little boy at the hospital visiting his sister, whose head had been shaved from the brain surgeries she'd had.

I always felt an odd kinship to Daddy's sister, even though I never met her, because Granny said she and I were so much alike. We didn't really resemble each other physically, but apparently our personalities were very similar, despite having never met and being born some 40 years apart. I've always believed in guardian angels, and I always thought she was mine. When Granny died, I then felt like I had two instead of one, so I guess I'm luckier than most people in that respect.

My great-aunt, my mother's mother's sister, had breast cancer, but she survived. Unfortunately, her husband has lung cancer that has metastasized and isn't expected to make it through the month. Mother is down there with them now, and she just sent me a text to update me on that situation.

So yeah. Cancer? This is one party your ass ain't welcome at.
 
I have to be careful about the details I share on Lit...or maybe I just can't bring myself to recount the stories now. But cancer makes me feel powerless. Scared. Sad. Anger is a good and powerful feeling. I just feel defeated.
 
Too many. Too soon. It's a nasty business that strips the humanity from us and all we love.
 
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