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My lung cancer was found because I went to the rheumatologist because my arthritis seemed to have spread to my arms, wrists and fingers. She sent me for an x-ray on my hands, feet and chest. The rheumatologist rang me the next Wednesday and said that there was a shadow on my lung. So on the Friday I went for a CT scan. From the results of that they sent me for a PET scan (which sadly does not involve dogs, cats or any other animal looking at you and going ok or not ok). No a PET scan involves you being injected with some radioactive dye and you have to lie down for one and a half hours and then go through the scanner, which lasts about 15 minutes. This highlights any active cancer cells. However you remain radioactive for a further 8 hours and are supposed to avoid young children and pregnant women. So I couldn’t get the bus home!! My father-in-lawish (I am not married because I don’t see how a ring and a piece of paper changes anything) was going to pick me up so I made my way to the main entrance. So of course there is the nursery I was so panicking, but I carried on next to the nursery is the car park so ahha I thought if I stand in between the two entry/exits I should avoid most people. So there I am looking like an idiot because I am terrified of bumping into young children and women of child bearing age! I was so grateful when FIL arrived and I was enclosed once more. And sadly being radioactive did not give me superhuman powers. :-(
The next thing I had to have done was the biopsy, mine wasn’t so bad because the location was near the top of the lung, so back to the CT scan and local anaesthetic on my back and he got some lovely samples I was told.
I then went for the results, I had to tell parents in law and my beloved about the shadow when I went for my PET scan because they had to look after my son for that evening. So my beloved came with me for the results. When it was confirmed that I had lung cancer I was more worried about my beloved and his reaction to the news than I was for myself. I learned that if it was just the lump in my lung they could have operated but it had spread to the lymph nodes in my lung too. So treatment was to be 4 weeks of radiotherapy and chemotherapy. It was also at this point that he had me show my fingers to the student who was also in the room my fingers had become strange looking with the nails growing not flat but sort of over the tip of my fingers i think they called it pebbled or bevelled can’t remember will take picture to show you. Which apparently is a classic sign of lung problems.
Radiotherapy requires you to go to a planning stage. This is where they plan were the treatment has to go. Radiotherapy is basically concentrated x- rays which are aimed at the cancer to shrink it. So they have to be precise as to where they are going to aim those rays. They position your body to the most comfortable for you because you have to stay as still as possible during treatment. When they have the perfect position they tattoo you with little dots to help with lining you up on the radiotherapy machine.
For my first week of treatment I had to stay in hospital. Clatterbridge is a wonderful hospital were everyone is really nice from the cleaners to the doctors and especially the nurses. Chemotherapy is delivered into the body through the drip attached to the canula in your arm. I ended up calling my drip Dripsy O’ Donohue ( It was the closest I could get to dripsy hold on to you). Fun times were had with my drip cos I kept moving my arm and Dripsy would turn into Bleepy mcBleep. It seemed to go off every five minutes because I moved my arm in a certain way it would stop pumping hence the alarm went off. Bless those nurses who didn’t murder me though they must have wanted to.
Everytime I went to radiotherapy with the drip it seemed to go off. Radiotherapy is ok. They have the measurements from planning so your knees go in the right place your head too, and my arms also. Which is akl set out on a table you lie on. The technicians then come and move the machine and you into the correct position. It can be quite embarrassing at first, there I am lieing topless as two people talk numbers over you and move your body slightly to position you just right. When you sre ready they tell you that they are leaving and that was when I got a little nervous because the machine moves around you. Reminded me of the cyberman factory in Dr Who. Then it scans you the technicians are still watching, still measuring until they are confident they have the cancer in the their sights then the bombardment starts. I eventually worked out what part was what. The actual radiotherapy didn’t last that long. Then it was clothes back on and off you go.
The middle two weeks were radiotherapy only. With 2 lots of chemo on two different days. The second one I couldn’t have cos my bloods weren’t right. Then the last week in hospital again. I had hoped that that would be it but I have to have more chemo this week and then tablets and injections every couple of weeks after that.
I would like to thank all the doctors, nurses, technicians, auxilliaries, cleaners, cooks and ambulance drivers for looking after me at both Broadgreen and Clatterbridge Hospitals. And good luck and quick healing to all my fellow patients.
And I wish you and your loved ones well, long and happy lives
Look, I’m going to take this opportunity to make something clear: There will be no kink shaming on this blog. Ever. Are there kinks that I don’t get/like? Yes. Does that mean they’re bad/wrong? NO. NEVER.
So you don’t like/get a kink? Then don’t read it. Simple as that. There’s no need for any condescending ‘ew’. You could even look it up and try to understand it, instead of being a judgemental ass.
FICTION is there to explore ideas and concepts. It’s a limitless universe that we build for ourselves and not everything is going to please you and that’s okay, that’s even good. Are there problematic things that can/need to be discussed and explored in the way they are used and represented in fiction? Well yes, of course. But there’s no need to shame people for liking the things they like, especially in fictional universes, and when it comes to relationships, dynamics, and sexual preferences/desires etc.
So. Whether you like age difference, student/teacher dynamics, mpreg, slave fics, D/s dynamics, BDSM, whipping, torture, rimming, felching, spanking, figging, finger-fucking, marking, tattoos, anal sex, oral sex, breath play, come play, blood play, knife play, orgasm denial, forced marriages, genderbending, nipple play, medical kinks, voyeurism, exhibitionism, crossdressing, noncon, dubcon, sex pollen, pony play, role play, humiliation, frottage, fisting, fetishes, daddy kinks, etc. etc. etc. let me repeat this:
THERE. WILL. BE. NO. KINK. SHAMING. ON. THIS. BLOG.
kink shaming is bad.
There also won’t be any pairing shaming, or fandom shaming. It is also bad.
(note: I think anon should also be aware that male pregnancy does happen in real life, not just in fiction, it that it isn’t, in fact, gross.)
For those interested: huge list of kinks, tropes, and clichés in fanfic this way.
A very happy Bradley James :D