Not sure where else to post this, but I just learned that an old buddy lost his lengthy battle with cancer this evening after putting up a solid fight. If anyone feels like raising a glass to a random stranger, I’m sure he’d appreciate it.
Fuck cancer, and be excellent to each other 🥃
Glass raised to your buddy. Fuck cancer.
Sorry to hear it man.
You are a good friend for thinking of them like this. In the old times it was thought that you would think of the recently diseased for a few days so they would see the path to find the other world. Because if we are sad they left and their kin are waiting to welcome them, their path would be brighter if they were missed. So when the mourning days were over celebrate them going home. We should all sing our death songs like warriors going home.
I’m sorry for your loss. Raising a glass, fuck Cancer
Fuck cancer! Sorry for your loss.
Sorry for your loss. Seen cancer do this also!
Fuck cancer, and be excellent to each other
Fuck cancer
Fuck cancer 🥃
Sorry for your loss. Fuck cancer!!!
Fuck cancer 🥃 🥃 🥃 🥃 🥃
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Sorry for your loss. In the future please avoid calling it a “fight” though, as that’s got negative connotations toward those that can’t survive the disease, since it puts the blame on the victim for “not fighting hard enough”. Not saying that’s what you meant, but some people definitely mean it that way.
What’s a good alternative?
Call it a draw since the cancer dies with you.
Lost my sister earlier this year, and recently a good friend’s cancer has come out of remission with a vengeance.
Fuck cancer, my friend. 🍺
Sorry to hear that… I hope you’re doing okay.
Thank you. I hope you’re doing okay, too.
Fuck Cancer!
Fuck cancer. 🍺
My uncle took a voluntary in early COVID days as the lymphoma required more and more frequent transfusions onsite amid sick people and he with no immune system. He didn’t want to risk his daughter’s pregnancy, fraught as it was already, and when the transfusions got too frequent and his time left was too short and risky, he gathered his family and left us peacefully at 5 pm on a Tuesday.
I miss him dearly.
My cousin’s child was perfect and strong, and she’s already the free, fearless, astounding personality as the grandpa she never knew. She will know all the stories by heart, though.
My mother’s thing has spread. Metastasis, they say. Experimental treatments with emphasis on quality of life, they suggest. I don’t know what to do.
Please, please, please be nice to everyone and help everyone in any way you can.
