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A 2 image handheld pano of Cambridge Cancer Research as couldn’t fit the whole building in at 17mm, blended in CS5 and edited in lightroom 4 with a slight HDR overlay layer. Finally got a sky behind it I liked while dropping off today. Shot direct into the sun,
Sony A58 Manual at 1/60 sec ISO 100 and f/11
Tamron 17-50mm f/2.8 at f/11 manual focus
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Bladder cancer is estimated to result in more than 15,000 deaths in the U.S. in 2014. Muscle-invasive bladder cancer is the deadliest type of the disease.
Credit: Jonathan Bailey, NHGRI.
Venus might not be able to check her breasts but you can.
Being breast aware
Whatever your age, size or shape it’s important to take care of your breasts. Breast cancer is the most common cancer in the UK, so it’s important to look after your breasts by being breast aware.
Being breast aware is an important part of caring for your body. It means getting to know how your breasts look and feel, so you know what is normal for you. You can then feel more confident about noticing any unusual changes.
How do I check my breasts?
There’s no right or wrong way to check your breasts. Try to get used to looking at and feeling your breasts regularly. You can do this in the bath or shower, when you use body lotion, or when you get dressed. There’s really no need to change your everyday routine. Just decide what you are comfortable with and what suits you best.
Remember to check all parts of your breast, your armpits and up to your collarbone.
The breast awareness 5-point code
1. Know what is normal for you
2. Know what changes to look and feel for
3. Look and feel
4. Report any changes to your GP without delay
5. Attend routine breast screening if you are aged 50 or over
from www.breastcancercare.org.uk/breast-cancer-breast-health/b...
A Volkswagen Beetle decked out in a cancer awareness theme.
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Inner courtyard of the Cancer Health Center, near Rigs Hospital in Copenhagen. The architecs tried to create an atmosphere where cancer recovery patients would feel like home.
Nord Architects, Copenhagen
GRACE DENT AT THE CHILDREN WITH CANCER UK ANNUAL BALL AT THE GROSVENOR HOTEL PARK LANE LONDON......PICTURE MURRAY SANDERS CHILDREN WITH CANCER UK..
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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).
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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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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.
This image shows pancreatic cancer cells (nuclei in blue) growing as a sphere encased in membranes (red). By growing cancer cells in the lab, researchers can study factors that promote and prevent the formation of deadly tumors.
This image was originally submitted as part of the 2016 NCI Cancer Close Up project and selected for exhibit.
See also visualsonline.cancer.gov/closeup2016.
Credit:Min Yu (Eli and Edythe Broad Center for Regenerative Medicine and Stem Cell Research at USC),USC Norris Comprehensive Cancer Center, Pancreatic Desmoplasia
Because it might be hard to find a moment for yourself, Naptime Activism means you can do things to make the world better, safer, and cleaner - via simple things like signing petitions and sharing the word - while your child naps...
* Image sources: Breast Cancer and Naptime Activism, huffingtonpost, 10/30/2012.
* Our posts tagged breast cancer, safe cosmetics, safer chemicals.
* Watch this health cartoons album on Flickr.
Please favorite this to help show support to Macmillan Cancer surport , Who are helping me through this tough time of beating my Brain Tumour , Together we will beat Cancer
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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.
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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.
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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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It has been raining throughout the day so my weekly self-portrait took place indoors. The shadow over my face was produced by my fedora blocking the light from a ceiling bulb. Although I desaturated the photo significantly, it isn’t completely black & white, to allow some colouring in the hat to remain.
To recap: I have multiple myeloma and anemia, a rare cancer of the blood plasma. It is treatable, but incurable. On Sunday, January 24th I completed Cycle 13 Week 2 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!
1. Choose organic fruits and veggies - avoid pesticides
2. If you eat meat, choose hormone-free
3. Avoid canned foods
4. Ditch Teflon® Pots and Pans
5. Catch Some Non-toxic Seafood
Read #RethinkThe Pink: Top 5 Food Tips for Breast Cancer Awareness Month by breastcancerfund, September 30, 2015.
More information
* #RethinkThePink Shopping Guide, preventionstartshere, October 1, 2015 by breastcancerfund
* Top 5 Beauty Tips for Breast Cancer Awareness Month, preventionstartshere, September 29, 2015 by breastcancerfund.
* Campaign for safe cosmetics, safecosmetics.
* 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
How did You get your Dose of DES? with Chicken, Turkey, Beef or Vitamin Supplement?
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
I had to do a few ads for my typography class. I was thinking of the word "Cancer", and the word "Can" came to mind. When you "can" something, you ditch it... throw it out. So I automatically associated that with an aluminum can. Then I started thinking about how sugar, found in pop, boosts the growth of cancer. I'm sure Coca-Cola would hate me for this. :( :: the Coke can is something I found on Google.
I’m encouraging you to look further. Don’t just believe what you see in front of you. Just as it is with design…there’s usually something deeper, something more you can get out of it. Dig around a bit, find out for yourself. Search for truth, demand to be informed. Know not only your sources, but know what these things do to you, your body, your world. You’ve only got one of each–use them wisely for your potential. pixel8design.wordpress.com/2010/09/02/the-campaign-to-can...
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
This is the 3rd year that I've donated a cake to my friend's breast cancer fundraising evening. She displays it on the night then takes it to her work the next day and sells off slices.
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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.