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Lefty Wright's avatar

Probably 40 years ago my mother had uterine cancer years after a partial hysterectomy. They packed the remaining uterine tissue with a packet of radioactive pellets instead of surgery. She was kept in an isolation room for 24 hours before removing them.

After she got out and was ready for discharge, they farted around for over two hours waiting for discharge papers. This was 9:00 at night and freezing rain and sleet was coming down and covering the road on our 25 mile drive back to her house. I told the nurse if we did not get the discharge papers in 5 minutes we were leaving. Which we had to do. After 45 minutes of slipping and sliding we made it back to her house.

But the treatment worked, at least for many years. Later in with failing health and several hospitalization for not keeping food down, they finally did a MRI, which showed an intestinal blockage, probably cancer. But her health was so fragile surgery was not an option. So we had to watch for a week while she suffered malnutrition and dehydration before passing away. Any type of IV for fluids or feeding tube would have just prolonged her suffering. But anyway, the radioactive pellets did the job. I doubt they do it now. So medicine 18 year ago was just as brutal as 40 years ago. And even now, as I am in chemotherapy myself as palliative treatment. Which does seem to be helping but one of the treatments includes a pump I wear for 48 hours where I am supposed to avoid any close contact with anyone and double wash clothes and bedsheets in hot water two days after the pump is removed. That is to avoid anyone contacting the medication that is entering my veins from my sweat or urine. Which must be some strong shit. The nurses have to wear protective gear when hooking me up and disconnecting the pump in case of a spill or leak.

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Elviouslyqueer's avatar

We gays are officially going to have to disassociate ourselves from YMCA if this keeps up. And so help me, if that mendacious sack of shit appropriates "I Will Survive," which is a Gay National Anthem (one of many, but even so), I may have to convene an emergency session of the Coven.

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