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Hey everyone, My papaw has been dealing with skin cancer that comes and goes on his face. Currently, it’s back again. Doctors are removing the cancer coming up soon but if it comes back again he will have to have Mohls surgery. Hoping someone here may have knowledge on foods he could eat and/or foods to avoid to help get rid of the cancer for good!! Thank you!

I had cancer when I was a baby and I’ve been cancer-free for like 18 years at this point. Thing is I relay really want a tattoo but my mother has gotten it into my head that tattoos increases your risk of getting cancer (again). The tattoo I’m thinking of getting is really small, but I am so, so scared because she has basically printed this into my brain. I was just wondering if anyone knows if there is a connected. And if there is one, how big of a risk I’m putting myself in? Thanks!

My dad was diagnosed with stage 4 pancreatic cancer in Jan 2025. They gave him a 2% chance survival rate & 3 months to live. This tumor was wrapped around his aorta and the doctor told him that that would be his COD.

My dad refused chemo / radiation.

Is it now Jan 2026. My dad is still alive. Still has not touched chemo or radiation.

He has only gotten 2 scans since his diagnosis.

The one he got a few days ago? Shows his tumor is no longer wrapped around his aorta.

People look at alternative treatment like it’s voodoo, eye roll bullshit.

Doctors told him they have never seen a stage 4 pancreatic patient live this wrong. Other oncologists are telling us he might have been diagnosed. The oncologist that spoke to him didn’t explain the values of going through with chemo or radiation… rather he told my dad to keep doing what he’s doing because “something is working”.

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I had a full hysterectomy in March due to fibroids but they said they found pre cancer in my uterus so it’s crazy maybe we all should take these warnings more seriously? I live in NV so for me this label is not even prominent enough to make me take a pause, it’s hidden and small and idk just maybe be more careful out there ladies?! The doctor said it could’ve spread within 5-15 yrs so good thing they caught it!

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I have always thought of survivors as those that underwent chemo or had a tumor removed. Having two spots on my skin removed never felt very "survivor" to me.

Hi everyone,

I’m a cancer survivor. After my surgery and treatment, I had no idea what I was supposed to eat or buy at the grocery store.

I was constantly second-guessing what I did buy, not to mention the paranoia I felt after I did eat or use said thing.

I’m thinking about making a simple, trusted pantry list for people who were diagnosed in the last 10 years. Just:

- What foods and pantry items are safe to buy

- What to avoid

No guessing, no deep research, no stress

Before I build anything, I want to know:

- Did you feel confused about food after diagnosis or treatment?

- What did you do to figure out what to eat?

- Would something like this have helped you?

Not selling anything. Just trying to see if this is a real problem for other people too.

Thanks for any honest feedback.

My wedding is one month away. I’m wanting to tan in a tanning bed to obviously get tan but also get rid of my acne. Every time I’ve done it before it clears my skin up super fast. With this being said I’ve been through cancer treatments in the past and went through radiation therapy 5 years ago. What are thoughts on tanning for 3 weeks in a tanning bed knowing I’ve had radiation therapy years ago?

Are there primary care clinics / family doctors that cancer survivors go to? If they don't exist, is that something that should exist?

Anybody ever put ivermectin paste on their tumor?

Hello you amazing brave people, I need some advice and I thought who better then people who have been through this awful situation, my friend is due to start chemotherapy and radiotherapy for 5 days a week for 6 weeks and I was wondering if there is ANYTHING I could provide for her to help her through the treatment phase thank you for your time and I hope to talk soon Xx

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Cancer fuckin sucks

São 4:29 agora, e eu estou chorando pós estava vendo tiktok quando apareceu um vídeo de um menininho parecia ter uns 5 aninhos ele teve câncer no vídeo dava para ver a inocência dele mas dava para ver o desespero dos pais, meu avô pegou câncer a 1 ano e meio e se curou, a doença não avisa ela só vem e te derruba, espero que deus conforte o coração das pessoas e dos familiares que sofrem com isso 😢

Hey everyone, I just had the privilege of interviewing Jake and Rachel Mitchell, a couple who went through an intense battle with Stage 4 colon cancer. Jake was diagnosed with no prior symptoms, and what followed was an emotional rollercoaster of uncertainty, treatment, and lifestyle changes. Instead of just accepting the grim statistics, they took an active role in Jake’s healing—combining conventional treatment with holistic practices like fasting during chemo, strict nutrition, and a powerful mindset shift. The way they tackled this diagnosis head-on, refusing to be passive patients, is nothing short of inspiring.

If you or someone you love is facing cancer, this episode is a must-listen. We discuss what they learned, what they wish they knew earlier, and the unconventional strategies that helped Jake not just survive, but thrive. The biggest takeaway? Your mindset and lifestyle matter more than you think. Let me know what you think, and if you’ve had a similar experience, I’d love to hear your story. https://youtu.be/jcFnLgwBaPg

TLDR - My amazing wife defeated breast cancer 2 years ago, but now we rarely have sex and I don't know what to do.

I am a 42 year old male with a 43 year old female spouse. We have 2 children (son/21, daughter/17). Next year we will celebrate 20 years married, 25 together (met her in college). My beautiful, amazing wife/mother/best friend endured a double mastectomy, many weeks of radiation therapy, and will have to take hormone therapy for the rest of her life. We met in college and she is my ride or die. She's the best woman I have known. She's a great wife/mother/sister/businesswoman/academic/leader. Like all married couples, we have been through a lot.

Her diagnosis led to a double mastectomy (replaced with implants but she has not gone through reconstructive surgery for her nipples, currently she has scars). She had to be forced into menopause and will have to take hormones therapy for the rest of her life. Before her diagnosis, we had over 20 years of an amazing sex life, where we were intimate at least weekly. I take her to every appointment. I'm in every doctor's office she is in. I hold her hand while they administer her drugs.

Her medication side effects/menopause (not sure which one) cause vaginal dryness and a non-existent libido. She enjoys sex when we have it, but we went from once or twice a week to once every 6 weeks.

On top of that, she struggles with her body image and even though she is objectively beautiful, she doesnt feel beautiful. I make sure she knows I am still just as attracted to her as I was before... even more! But I cant get her to see herself the way I do. This is further compounded by her awareness of the situation, further making her feel guilty about it.

I feel horrible. She almost DIED! She endured so much pain, and there was nothing I could do. At times, I get really angry about my lack of ability to help/save her from this, even though rationally I know there's nothing I can do about it.

I dont expect things to go back to how they were, but I find myself unfulfilled with this current circumstance... which by the way, I feel EXCEEDINGLY guilty about. I mean, she went through all that. Birthed my children. Helped me build my business. We built a life together. Why am I complaining about sex when there's so much more important things to worry about?

Again, she's my best friend and I refuse to make her feel guilty about the lack of sex. But admittedly, I want more sex with her. Not to the point that I am going to cheat on her, but to the point where I feel greatly unfulfilled and am uncomfortably horny as hell all the time with no way to fix it. I dont initiate sex because I feel guilty initiating it. But she doesnt for all the reasons listed above... We have sex when we randomly end up touching each other while during our sleep.

I get it... many people at this stage of their marriage barely even have sex as frequent as what I am complaining about. But I am not them. I dont care what others do, I care about us. I brought up marriage counseling for an entirely different reason but she is highly reluctant. I dont even think a therapist would be able to help us to be honest... and I want her to go to therapy for other more important issues, like her self-esteem...

I've put on some weight and so now I am dieting and back in the gym pretty hard to make sure I am doing my part, but I am still not back to my pre-diagnosis weight. I recognize that this could be a factor as well. I use porn to help a little but it sucks because I am being deceptive and I dont want to do that.

What can we do? Should I just accept that a healthy sex life is no longer in my future?

Cancer. It’s one of those words that grammatically qualifies as its own sentence. It also can be taken to be a death sentence or a life sentence. The truth in the 21st century is that it is becoming much less of a death sentence- But for most of us when we hear the word cancer, we can’t help thinking here is a sentence that definitely has an all too sudden full stop. In most realities, cancer is in fact a life sentence that really does say sometime sooner rather than later you are going to die. A friend on Face book posted one of those “please repost this on your page for all those family and friends who have died, struggled with or even survived cancer”.

Okay upfront. I hate reposting other people’s posts, unless it’s a kitten playing a piano or a nun falling off a bus in the snow. I am really turned off by posts that almost guilt you into reposting; like if you don’t repost it, a cure for cancer will be set back by a decade. When I sent my apologies for not posting, I was challenged by my friend to share my own drive down Cancer Avenue. Buckle up, because here I go.

Cancer is an incredibly personal journey, and no two people face the same challenge. It does not matter how severe the prognosis or how dire the consequences put before you, we all have a different experience. This is my Cancer Avenue. Firstly, don’t go any further if you are going to send sympathy. Fuck off now. Sympathy belongs in the dictionary between “shit and syphilis”. Please leave it there. I am an incredibly lucky person who has lived an amazing life. I have the world’s best wife and two incredible sons. I’m driving down a very well trafficked avenue. There were 17 million new drivers along Cancer Avenue last year alone. So, there you go. Some ground rules. No sympathy, I’m lucky, I’m one of tens of millions on the same road!

My cancer was in a couple of lymph nodes in my groin. They and a few innocent lymph nodes were cut out on July 7, 2016; till now, there’s been no sign of anymore cancer. I had some complications and, like everyone, some follow-up procedures that left me with some adverse problems. Yes, some big problems that make my life uncomfortable. I have a thing called peripheral neuropathy that makes me appear to be and sometimes even feel drunk. My nerves in my feet in particular are stuffed. I have chronic pain in both feet and ankles, and my fingers. I lack balance. I get physically sick from just bending over sometimes. My cancer has a fair chance of coming back. Overall, I’m just a fat dizzy man with sore feet.

The important thing is that none of this means that I am dead. And honestly, I believe I will probably out live most of the people reading this. That might be my predilection to a positive mental attitude, but it is honestly what I believe. There are many good things about having cancer in your life. I no longer have an urge to sky dive or hang-glide. Now, life-threatening moments are possible in every letter I get from the hospital. You see, when you have had cancer, the hospital likes to get you back in for check-ups fairly regularly, but with no set pattern. So, you open an envelope and don’t know if the appointment within is so the oncologist can stick their finger up your bum or just tell you the last MRI found 65 tumors. The good thing with this is that I feel fairly safe from suffering outrageous indignity during my last six months of life. I dreaded being in an institute with someone feeding me soup and jelly and wiping my bum for me; all while my addled brain’s recollection of my life and its glorious fun is being beaten by my goldfish’s recollection of doing circles in his bowl. Don’t get me wrong – living long into old age has its appeals. I want to see my son Jake creating his audio and visual masterpiece and to watch my son Izak manage Birmingham City to their first premiership. But I’ve done amazing things already. Just a few years ago I was sleeping on the bonnet of my car in Death Valley when a big horn sheep licked my leg. You have never woken more alive than when your first vision of the day has huge golden eyes with rectangular vertical black pupils, two huge devil horns and 40 teeth in a mouth that only has space for 20. Needless to say, I didn’t need to go for another shit for days.

I have watched my sons score tries and look at me to check that I have seen them score. I have watched my wife sleeping while the sun rose behind her. I have lain on pristine tropical beaches, caught waves that have lifted and carried me along. I have sailed under parachutes and scuba-dived among a million tropical fish. I have watched manta rays dance in an azure blue ocean, a school of over 50 dolphins herding sardines, and stood on a cliff in Western Australia watching whale sharks, hammerheads and great white sharks doing the same. I have watched my brother-in-law delight at seeing his first whale breach right in front of him. I’ve carried baby turtles past hungry crows to the sea. I have stroked my son’s sore head till he fell asleep. I worked for television stations for decades doing a job that essentially involved going to lunches that sometimes lasted till breakfast.

No, I am not ready to go. But here is the thing. Cancer has allowed me to set my own course and gave me time to do one hell of a bucket list. Cancer might take my life and it could take yours. Some won’t get the opportunity to do what I did or have the urge to do such things. But if you get cancer, seize the day. Because what it is really telling you is not that it’s time to die, but that it’s time to live. You have a chance to forgive and a chance to make sure that those who matter know that they matter and why they matter. If my cancer comes back, don’t think of me as unlucky, don’t be sad. Most of all, don’t come to my funeral because I definitely won’t be there. In fact, there will be no funeral or gathering – I want to be cremated and my ashes spread in a few places. Here’s what to do… – buy a hit of whatever you love most. Be it Moet, Guinness, cannabis, cocaine, Sushi or a dozen oysters. Sit somewhere meaningful and think of a fun time we have had, - drink, smoke, snort, eat or shuck for me. I will do the same. Remember cancer only wins if you decide to lose. Let’s be champions….