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Congratulations to all of the participants who helped to raise money at the 4th annual Bikinis for Breast Cancer event held May 20, 2012 at Sunshine Village, Banff, Alberta, Canada.
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I had my weekly blood test about a week and a half ago and my results are mostly stable.
The igG is the general cancer level marker and it rose slightly (normal range is 6.7 - 15.2 igG).
Oct 13.3
Sept 12.9
Aug 14.8
The Beta 2 globulin is my specific cancer level marker and it continues to decrease. This is the protein where my particular myeloma resides. Normal range is 1.8 - 4.8 g/L.
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Aug 10.7
This photo represents how the positive attitude I have towards life. Although chemo is quite challenging, my life is still great, thanks to the continual support from friends. I feel alive everyday!
To recap: On Sunday October 11th, I completed Cycle 9 Week 3. I have multiple myeloma and anemia, a rare cancer of the blood plasma. It is treatable, but incurable. On October 19th I begin my tenth 28 day treatment cycle, 21 days on (Pomalyst chemo pill), then 7 days off. I take dexamethasone, an oral steroid, every Monday.
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I find that my self-portraits each week have a positive effect on my well-being by helping me remain creative and happy. Today I wandered by the hospital and found a quiet spot to relax. I enjoy calm moments when I can be alone with my thoughts.
To recap: I have multiple myeloma and anemia, a rare cancer of the blood plasma. It is treatable, but incurable. On Sunday, December 13th I completed Cycle 11 Week 4 of my four week treatment cycle. I have 21 days on (Pomalyst chemo pill) and then 7 days off. In addition, I take dexamethasone, an oral steroid, every Monday.
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Each morning I wake up, I feel fortunate that I’m healthy enough to explore, to wander, to enjoy what life has to offer. I try not to let whatever side effects I may be experiencing keep me down or dampen my spirits. I remain inspired by what nature has to offer and excited for the adventures I will experience tomorrow.
To recap: On Sunday, September 20th, I completed Cycle 8 Week 4. I have multiple myeloma and anemia, a rare cancer of the blood plasma. It is treatable, but incurable. Last Monday, I began my ninth 28 day treatment cycle, 21 days on (Pomalyst chemo pill), then 7 days off. I take dexamethasone, an oral steroid, every Monday. Thanks everyone for your ongoing support.
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(CC) Phillip Jeffrey. fadetoplay.com. Feel free to use this photo. I request that you link back to the original picture on Flickr and credit as shown above.Last week I had my Feb blood test and I’m very happy with the results.
My general cancer marker (igG) remained stable and my specific cancer marker (Beta 2 Globulin) dropped. This means there is less myeloma/cancer in my blood stream (as noted by the Beta 2 measure) this month.
Beta 2 Globulin (specific protein marker for my particular type of MM) dropped. Normal range is 1.8 - 4.8 g/L.
Feb 5.9
Jan 6.5
Dec 6.4
Jan 2015 30.6 (pre-chemo)
My igG (general MM protein marker) remained stable. Normal range is 6.7 - 15.2 igG.
Feb 10.4
Jan 10.1
Dec 11.6
Jan 2015 33.4 (pre-chemo)
My Hematology profile (how my body responds overall to being on treatment) also remains great.
Hematology Profile
WBC 7.5 (normal levels 4 - 11)
Hemoglobin 130 (135-170) - since I have anemia, slightly below normal levels
Blood Platelets 336 (150-400)
Neutrophils 6.4 (2.0 - 8.0)
Staying positive everyday!
To recap: I have multiple myeloma and anemia, a rare cancer of the blood plasma. It is treatable, but incurable. On Sunday, February 28th I completed Cycle 14 Week 3 of my four week treatment cycle. I have 21 days on (Pomalyst chemo pill) and then 7 days off. In addition, I take dexamethasone, an oral steroid, every Monday.
It's time to #RethinkThePink, and stop breast cancer before it starts!
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3. Avoid canned foods
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5. Catch Some Non-toxic Seafood
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* The Think before you Pink project of BCaction.
* Our posts tagged PinkWashing, ReThinkThePink and SaferChemicals.
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On Friday I took the ferry to Bowen Island and took this photo at Killarney Lake. It was nice to relax and enjoy the view. Bowen Island is a beautiful place and I look forward to returning.
To recap: On Sunday, May 15th, I completed Cycle 17 Week 2. I have Multiple Myeloma and anemia, a rare blood cancer. It is incurable, but treatable. From February to November 2013, I received Velcade chemo through weekly in-hospital injections as an outpatient. Since February 9th 2015, I have been on Pomalyst and dexamethasone chemo treatment (Pom/dex).
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Last Monday I had my complete blood count. It is a small test I have every 2 weeks, which measures my body’s overall response to ongoing chemo treatment. The results were excellent and I’m extremely happy.
WBC 5.7 (normal levels 4 - 11)
Hemoglobin 136 (135-170)
Blood Platelets 447 (150-400)
Neutrophils 4.7 (2.0 - 8.0)
On Wednesday morning I walked around Granville Island. It was a beautiful and sunny day and I observed people walking their dog or jogging with a friend. Near the water I found this tree and thought it would be perfect for a self-portrait.
To recap: I have multiple myeloma and anemia, a rare cancer of the blood plasma. It is treatable, but incurable. On Sunday, November 22nd, I completed Cycle 11 Week 1 of my four week treatment cycle. I have 21 days on (Pomalyst chemo pill) and then 7 days off. In addition, I take dexamethasone, an oral steroid, every Monday.
DES, Federal Food Regulation, and Consumer Confidence
Cancer from Beef uses the DES story to explore the intersection of institutional science, government rule making, and growing skepticism in popular attitudes toward both public protection and scientific authority. Marcus concludes that DES provides a case study in the attempt to control uncertainty in our lives when neither science nor government seem effective. The DES debate thus reflects a postmodern American accommodation with doubt, moral relativism, and the rueful calculus of cost and benefit. Book review.
DES in meat
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My Year of Meats, by Ruth Ozeki.
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THE ZODIAC. Cáncer.
Fotografía y edición: Patygelduck
Modelo: Carol Rodríguez
Maquillaje y peluquería: María Rishmawi & Juan Carlos Herrera
Body: Jennifer Mars
Asistente de fotografía: CheeseThief
In 2006 I did a sponsored walk in the Moroccan Sahara in aid Macmillan Cancer as they had helped my wife before she died in 2004......................................................................
It is their coffee morning day today and I thought if I posted a few pics from my trip it may prompt people to donate while out tomorrow if they come across collectors or local events....
If you look closely at this pic you can clearly see a ''mirage '' in the distance near where our camp is being set up for the night.....the camels are carrying our cases and supplies but we had to walk approx. 15miles a day with our own water and gear....it was a fantastic experience and a worthwhile cause too ...............
this pic is off my camera but the others were taken on a friends camera
Quilt pattern is from Allison of CluckCluckSew: www.cluckclucksew.com/
Cancer cannot:
conquer the spirit
cripple love
steal humor
kill friendship
erase memory
invade the soul
stifle laughter
shatter hope
carrode faith
silence courage
destroy peace
erode confidence
Just in case it is difficult to read the words around the quilt, the above quotes are listed above.
Quilt was made for a friend who is going thru. chemo for cancer.
Non estás alucinando, non lambiches un sapo, non era peyote o que a túa nai lle botou o polo, non amigos, aqui vos deixo outra versión especialmente desconcertante, adicado a Ronquete
There was a benefit for cancer cure in downtown Omaha, Nebraska. The best use of the poop emoji I can think of.
Although yesterday was my first day of chemotherapy and it was pretty brutal. After a rocky start to my morning I did get more rest and have just enough energy to get through my one long zoom meeting and speak with a friend.
I've never experience this type of pain or extreme fatigue
Summersome ward. A cancer ward. I had an isolation room. I had been staring out of the window for what seemed like hours. I had been a patient here for so many days now that I had lost count. The rain was falling lightly on the windows, that fluffy rain that anyone with long hair dreads as it turns the hair frizzy. Not heavy enough to really warrant an umbrella, just a misery to endure if caught out in it. In short; a pain in the arse.
There was a quiet knock on my door and it was gently pushed open and in walked one of the ward doctors. I hadn’t spoken to him before but had seen him doing the rounds on the open wards. From what I understood he was the senior doctor. He lifted my notes from the bottom of the bed and read them, turning over each sheet and studying it. Glancing up at me every now and then and smiling before returning to the reading. He was a kind looking man, tall and thin with combed back jet black hair. His medical coat white and crisp, a single pen in the breast pocket.
“Good afternoon Jack, you won’t remember me from seeing you in critical care. I’m Dr Crusic, I’m the senior doctor on these wards. How are you feeling?”
I was always cautious of anyone introducing themselves with ‘you won’t remember me but…’. This was normally my subconscious warning me that the following experience was simply a morphine induced fantasy, an hallucination normally so real you could reach out to touch the people. Of course, you were never given the chance so the illusion remained.
“I’m okay I think. No real pain, still can’t sleep at night but that’s down to missing my duvet and the noises. How are you?” I asked.
He looked up from reading and smiled, replacing the notes on the bar of the bed, he slowly walked over to the chair in my room.
“I am very well thank you for asking, do you mind if I sit down?”
“I don’t mind at all please do” I gestured towards the chair with my open hand.
He sat down, opened his mouth to speak and then paused before leaning towards me, hands clasped in front of him. In my business we call this foreshadowing. Despite his friendly, calm demeanour I was getting an uncomfortable feeling.
“Jack, you have responded really well to the chemotherapy so far. The diabetes issues I am working closely with the hospital team to find the best solution for you. We need to determine whether you are type one or type two. It’s still unclear” he explained.
His head was cocked slightly to the side, a warming smile as he unclasped his fingers and brought them up to his chest as if praying.
I nodded to him that I understood what he was telling me and returning his smile.
“I don’t want to be unkind but I want to inform you so you understand what I am going to tell you based on the tests we have done. Do you understand?” he asked.
I slowly nodded to him. I felt cold again. Scared again.
“The recent scan has shown that the cancer hasn’t spread, or grown bigger. This is good news. However we have been monitoring your heart and we have recorded irregularities. We have grave concerns about this” he said shifting in the seat and leaning forward. Hands now clasped and rested on his knees. “Do you understand me Jack?” he added.
I nodded. “From what I can determine, and reading between the lines, my cancer will eventually kill me but my heart will stop way before then?” I replied.
Dr Crusic nodded back at me, there was a genuine sadness in his eyes. Or maybe it was merely a reflection of my own. We sat there in silence for minutes.
“We have an excellent counsellor here on Summersome, if you feel that you need to talk someone about this Jack, I can heartily recommend her. She will be able to help you. Would you like me to ask her to stop by tomorrow morning?” he asked standing up and making his way to the door.
He stopped at the open doorway and looked at me waiting for a reply.
“Yes, I would like you to do that please. Can I ask you something before you go?” I asked.
“Sure, how can I help?” he said closing the door and sitting back down opposite me.
“I’ve had…very vivid hallucinations in the past, mostly induced by the morphine. Are we having this conversation real world or are you, everything right now nothing more than an hallucination?”
Again, there was a sadness in his eyes. It was definitely there but of course if this was another illusion of mine then it was nothing more than something I had created.
“Jack, I understand why you would ask a question such as this. It is hard to comprehend or accept ones own passing, far easier for you to think that this conversation never happened. Dr Hardy, our counsellor would be able to help you with this and many other emotions and questions that you may have now and in the days ahead. I really think you should speak with her” he replied.
I nodded to him, didn’t feel anything else needed to be said.
“Is there anything else I can help with or get you before I go Jack?”
“No thank you doctor, I’m okay I think” I replied.
“I will check back on you in three days time, it was good to meet you Jack. Of course, should you need anything make sure to ring your room bell and one of the nurses will be right with you. Good bye” he said. Then he was gone the door slowly closing behind him.
I returned to looking out of the window, the rain was now much heavier and drumming against the windows. Rivulets of silvery beads battering the glass then finally falling away leaving no wake. I resumed my music application on my laptop, Visage Fade to Grey started playing quietly.
Another knock at my door and the nurse cheerfully asking to take my vitals. Blood pressure, a device they put over my finger, still not sure what that measures. Then the prick test. She asks me which finger and I hold my ring finger to her. Sharp pain and then she’s saying goodbye and out of the door.
Laying back on the bed and pulling the blankets over me, I was lost in my thoughts and closed my eyes. I felt a slight pressure on my shoulder, opening my eyes there was a nurse standing over me. Still very much drowsy I offered my arm to her.
“Jack it’s okay I’m Dr Hardy, I’m a counsellor. Dr Crusic asked me to stop in to see you before I left as he was concerned.”
She was leaning slightly towards me smiling. She continued to rest her hand on my shoulder, reassuring me. Dish water blonde tied up, down I imagined scrambled yellow hair cascading over her shoulders. She had tattoos down her arms, her ears pierced several times with hoops and studs. She had grey green eyes, not cold though. Petite but not a waif. I would guess she was late twenties, possibly a youthful early thirties. She had an energy to her, one that I could well imagine would be contagious.
“I wanted to introduce myself and ask whether I could have a chat with you tomorrow at eleven o’clock?” she asked.
This felt like a real experience, that she was really there. However I have been greatly deceived by my mind before as I have mentioned.
Another knock at the door and the nurse came in again cheerfully announcing it was time to check the vitals. I asked her that she had only just done that hadn’t she, I mean it felt like only fifteen minutes since I had last seen her.
“Oh bless you, two hours ago Jack, you had fallen asleep” the nurse replied as she wrapped the sleeve around my arm.
Turning to Dr Hardy, “that’s fine doctor, eleven o’clock tomorrow is perfect for me. As you can see I have busy schedule here each day but I’m sure my eleven slot is clear” I said jokingly.
“It’s a date, I will leave you with Claire and I will see you at eleven. Good bye Jack”. Dr Hardy left the room, pausing at the door to glance back at me and smile.
Nurse Claire had been talking to me but I hadn’t heard a word of it.
“Sorry Claire, I was miles away, what did you say?”
“My son listens to this band, he used to play this song all time when he was a teenager. Lovestruck teenager” she said raising her eyebrows and sighing.
“It’s Marillion and the song is Cinderella Search” I said.
“Yes of course, Marillion. I remember now. He would sit up in his room listening to this song endlessly.” She pauses for a moment. “Vitals are all good Jack, it will be Chloe taking over for the night checks. Have a good evening” and with that she was out of the door.
“Welcome to the Circus” I said to myself and went back to staring out of the window. Neither one of us (wants to be the first to say goodbye) drifted lazily around the room. I pulled the blankets up to my chin and closed my eyes. I could hear the rain pelting the windows once more, it was going to be a long night.
The room went silent. Shouting from somewhere on the ward startled me. The toilet opposite my room flushed. The noise of a drip trolley gliding over the tiled floor. The heavy footfall of someone in the corridor. Screaming. The incessant beating of the rain against the windows. The thunderous sound of a crash trolley being wheeled outside in the corridor. The screaming came to an abrupt halt. The sound of something metallic hitting the floor. I pulled the blankets tighter around me.
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I am diagnosed with terminal stage 4 colon cancer that has metastasised to my liver. I now have Type 1 or Type 2 diabetes and as a result of the colon cancer, I have an ileostomy called Elvis.
Fort Erie Race Track's "Circle The Course" Charity walk for Cancer & COPE (local food bank)
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Part of my ongoing cancer series. Working on putting a book together to raise money for a cancer charity. I was listening to Pink Floyd's Hey You song and used the lyrics to light paint some photos. I did 2 versions using a flashlight for one and a laser for the other to light up my pill bottles.
This photo reminds me of the social worker at the hospital I was going to for chemo and radiation. She asked how I felt when I heard that I had cancer. I told her I felt alright because originally I thought the problem was with my heart and it might stop and I would die like my cousin did who was just a few years older than me at the time. So when I was told that I had one of the most curable kinds of cancers I felt like I might have a better chance surviving. After I said one of the most curable kinds of cancers she corrected me and said "no it's not but go on". Not sure why a social worker would feel the need to correct a patient who felt more confident believing their kind of cancer was one of the more curable kinds of cancers, but that was the last time I saw her. I guess that's still better than the nurse who told me she knew someone who just died from my kind of cancer last week, then realizing what she had just said reassured me that I would be fine, I'm younger and stronger and I'll be ok. It's crazy what some people will tell you without thinking about it first. I'd like this cancer series of mine to get people thinking before saying things like that.
If your a light painter or interested in light painting check out this new light painting group Shining Light on Cancer. Thanks.
Last night my sister and I saw One Acts and the first act was of a woman who got breast cancer, my eyes wattered a couple times lol
This was taken when we first got in the theatre, she was just laying there while people were coming in.
The first act was called For Tiger Lillies out ot Season.
The image shows cell culture of human breast cancer conditionally reprogrammed cells. Fluorescence red color represents MHC-I, and nuclei are shown in blue.
This image was originally submitted as part of the NCI Cancer Close Up project.
This image is part of the NCI Cancer Close Up 2016 collection.
See also visualsonline.cancer.gov/closeup2016.
Credit: Ewa Krawczyk, National Cancer Institute \ Georgetown Lombardi Comprehensive Cancer Center, National Institutes of Health
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After a few days spend reading on the beach, yesterday I wandered down a hidden path and discovered some flowering trees, which helped me appreciate the beauty of springtime. Although it was lightly raining, I was protected by a tree canopy overhead.
Loving Spring, excited for summer adventures.
To recap: On Sunday, April 17th, I completed Cycle 16 Week 2. I have Multiple Myeloma and anemia, a rare blood cancer. It is incurable, but treatable. From February to November 2013, I received Velcade chemo through weekly in-hospital injections as an outpatient. Since February 9th 2015, I have been on Pomalyst and dexamethasone chemo treatment (Pom/dex).
Cancer Bats are a hardcore punk band from Toronto, Canada. They have released four studio albums and six extended plays. The band is composed of vocalist Liam Cormier, guitarist Scott Middleton, drummer Mike Peters and bassist Jaye R. Schwarzer.
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My M protein, igG, and Beta 2 all dropped according to my May blood test results.
In multiple myeloma, the plasma cells produce an abnormal protein called monoclonal protein, or M protein. If the value is 0, then myeloma/cancer isn't detected in my bloodstream.
M protein (g/L)
May = 1.7
Apr = 2.5
Mar = 3
So there is less myeloma/cancer in my bloodstream right now, than at any time during my treatment (began Feb 2015).
Beta 2 Globulin (specific protein marker for my particular type of cancer). Normal range is 1.8 - 4.8 g/L.
May 5.1
Apr 5.8
Mar 6.3
Jan 2015 30.6 (pre-chemo)
IgG (general cancer protein marker) Normal range is 6.7 - 15.2 igG.
May 10.3
Apr 10.8
Mar 11.7
Jan 2015 33.4 (pre-chemo)
I love nature!
Cự Giải sẽ là người hài hước nhất, cười nhiều nhất, nếu không fải để fô trương thì cũng để cười vào những hành vi kỳ cục, ngốc nghếch của người khác.
Không ai có thể thích đùa hơn Cự Giải; và những lời nói đùa bật ra từ tâm hồn thường ngày vốn trầm lặng, mềm mỏng ấy sẽ làm bạn bất ngờ. Tính hài hước của những người được Mặt Trăng phù trợ dựa trên năng lực quan sát và phê bình, nên không bao giờ hời hợt, nông cạn. Tuy nhiên, Cự Giải sẽ không giữ cái “bộ- mặt- cười” đó hàng ngày.
Tâm trạng trầm uất của Cự Giải có khả năng nhấn chìm bạn trong đại dương chán nản và u sầu. Nỗi sợ hãi được họ khéo léo che giấu bởi sự hài hước, nhưng luôn luôn săn đuổi Cự Giải – cả ngày lẫn đêm – đó là cảm giác mơ hồ về những nguy hiểm không tên lẩn khuất trong từng góc tối. Nếu biết chủ động bỏ qua tiếng nói cảnh báo và bi quan ấy ở trong đầu mình, tâm hồn Cự Giải hoàn toàn có thể bay lên với muôn vì sao bằng đôi cánh mơ mộng, mỏng manh của trí tưởng tượng.
Nước mắt của họ không bao giờ là nước mắt cá sấu. Những giọt lệ sâu thẳm từ trái tim dễ vỡ! Một ánh mắt nghiêm khắc, một giọng nói thô bạo cũng có thể làm đau những tâm hồn nhạy cảm như vậy. Thỉnh thoảng, bạn có thể bắt gặp Cự Giải trả thù – nhưng khác với cung Bọ Cạp, họ rất hiếm khi làm điều đó một cách công khai. Nếu một Cự giải bị tổn thương, anh ta sẽ ẩn náu kĩ hơn dưới lớp vỏ bảo vệ chắc chắn và lập tức biến mất vào trong sự im lặng đầy quở trách, anh ấy tìm đến sự ẩn dật và cô độc. Giống như những con cua vậy!
Cự Giải còn có một tâm trạng kì lạ khác nữa. Trả lời gắt gỏng khi bạn hỏi và gần như muốn cắt cổ bạn khi bạn quên cho muối vào một món ăn. Không fải Cự Giải ghét bạn. Người đó chỉ đang thất vọng với cuộc sống mà thôi. Nhưng rồi tâm trạng đó cũng sẽ qua đi, và Cự Giải lại tiếp tục với cái tôi của chính mình- ngọt ngào, mềm mỏng và hiểu biết.
Họ không thích bàn luận về đời sống cá nhân mình, nhưng lại rất vui khi được nghe từ người khác. May thay, Cự Giải hiếm khi phán xét. Họ chỉ đơn giản là thu nhận và phản chiếu- như chiếc gương hay camera vậy!
Cự Giải không có ý định từ bỏ những thứ mà họ cho là quý giá. “Vật quý giá” đó cũng không hề bị giới hạn: từ người yêu, bạn thân, họ hàng đến chức tước, địa vị; từ tập ảnh cũ đã ngả màu đến đôi dép lê rách tả tơi… Con Cua một khi đã quắp chặt cái gì, nó thà hy sinh một càng chứ nhất quyết không để vuột mất. Và với một sức bền bỉ chẳng kém, cái càng mới mọc lại vẫn sẽ tiếp tục quắp lấy nhiều thứ khác.
Dù có hàng chồng tiền xếp trong két sắt, Cự Giải vẫn chưa cảm thấy thực sự an toàn. Dù nhận được biết bao yêu thương và chăm sóc, Cự Giải vẫn luôn muốn nhiều hơn. Một vài người trong số họ có thói quen lưu trữ thức ăn và đồ dùng mới- có lẽ là dưới gầm giường, hay trong ngăn kéo tủ- giống như Noah chuẩn bị cho cơn đại hồng thuỷ vậy!
Ở Cự Giải, xúc cảm dường như mạnh mẽ hơn thể chất. Họ có thể phát ốm vì lo lắng và khoẻ khoắn nhờ vui vẻ. Họ sợ sự sụp đổ về tài chính hoặc sợ mất đi những người thân yêu nhất. Lúc đó, sự cảm thông chính là điều mà Cự Giải thực sự cần- bất kể người đó có phủ nhận thế nào đi chăng nữa.
Họ bẩm sinh bi quan, luôn muốn nhiều hơn một chút, càng nhiều thì càng cảm thấy an toàn bởi vì bọn họ trời sinh là đã không có cảm giác an toàn cho nên bọn họ rất dễ hoang mang, cho nên họ cũng cực kì nhạy cảm và đa nghi. Cự giải thích nhất là cẩn trọng suy nghĩ, suy xét, bởi vì họ thay đổi lúc nóng lúc lạnh, đột nhiên bỏ mặc không quan tâm hay đột nhiên ác khẩu ác ngôn, kỳ thực không phải là bọn họ không yêu thương , chẳng qua là đúng lúc họ đang bị tự kỉ.
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17/365 Breast cancer.
Yesterday was the day against breast cancer, now I want to add my two cents to this photo.
It's a simple photo, but with a very big message. The goal this year is to educate women about the importance of mammograms as the best way to diagnose this disease early.
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17/365 Cáncer de mama.
Ayer fue el día contra el cancer de mama, hoy yo quiero aportar mi granito de arena con esta foto.
Es una foto simple, pero con un mensaje muy grande. El objetivo de este año es concienciar a las mujeres de la importancia de hacerse una mamografía como la mejor forma de diagnosticar precozmente esta enfermedad.
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World Cancer Day Expo held at the IAEA headquarters in Vienna, Austria. 4 February 2016
Photo Credit: Dean Calma / IAEA
World Cancer Day takes place every year on 4 February and is the single initiative under which the Union for International Cancer Control (UICC), its members, partners and the entire world can unite together in the fight against the global cancer epidemic.
Under the tagline ‘Not beyond us’, World Cancer Day 2015 will take a positive and proactive approach to the fight against cancer, highlighting that solutions do exist across the continuum of cancer, and that they are within our reach.
The campaign explores how we can implement what we already know in the areas of prevention, early detection, treatment and care, and in turn, open up to the exciting prospect that we can impact the global cancer burden – for the better.
World Cancer Day 2015 is articulated around four key areas of focus:
* Choosing healthy lives
* Delivering early detection
* Achieving treatment for all
* Maximising quality of life
Sources: WCD2015 posters and social media guide.
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