#terminal illness

[bexybat456]

Just seen a woman on TV protesting against euthanasia for disabled people, her argument being "well I'm disabled and I don't want to be euthanized!!"

I just wanted to scream. Disabled or not, this isn't about you. This is about terminally ill people desperately wanting dignity in death! People like you are inhibiting perhaps the most death positive movement England has ever passed for selfish, unfounded, unsympathetic reasons.

People are more or less acquainted with the "my body my choice" argument following the recent rows over abortion, so why can't that be applied to dying people desperate to retain the dignity stripped of them by their sickness.

[itaviv]

Dealing with difficult feelings

[emvnah]

People who are dying aren't dead until they are. Treat them with the same respect you would any other living person... Anyone can die any day any time. you yourself could be dead tomorrow how could you possibly know.

You also don't know if they'll far surpsass expectations, I have a friend who survived and miraculously beat stage 4 cancer with less than 6 months to live. My uncle survived the AIDS epidemic and is still currently alive even after at one point being so far gone that he was on life support. NOBODY knows how much time they have left no matter what anybody says.

Stop treating terminally ill people like they're already dead, or like the life they have left doesn't matter. NOBODY is a "black hole for resources" that is one of the most toxic, horrible, and shitty things I have EVER seen ANYONE say to someone else.

[thelcsdaily]

It's Not A Farewell...

I want to let you know that I am taking a break in order to focus on my health. I currently have stage 4 cancer. Even if the situation may appear dire with the help of my loved ones, prayers, and all of you out there, I continue to hold out hope that I will be able to triumphantly beat this fatal illness.

When I reflect on this journey, I'm amazed at how far we've come together. Despite having numerous options, you decided to visit this blog. I would want to take this opportunity to express my gratitude for your unwavering support and encouragement, which have been the foundation of my journey. To all of the amazing people out there, I want to show my love and appreciation. I am very happy and grateful that you are a part of my journey.

With gratitude and my heartfelt thanks to each and every one of you,

LC

“Do not get lost in a sea of despair. Be hopeful, be optimistic. Our struggle is not the struggle of a day, a week, a month, or a year, it is the struggle of a lifetime. Never, ever be afraid to make some noise and get in good trouble, necessary trouble.” — John Lewis

[urlocalwhumper]

caretaker and terminally ill whumpee having many conversations about what they'll do "when whumpee gets better".

they both know that'll never happen. whumpee's body is going to break down more and more until it finally gives out. but the two would much rather indulge their fantasies about a better, happier world.

even when whumpee finally slips into the coma that would carry them to the end of their life, caretaker sits by their side, holding their hand and stroking their hair and telling them about all the things they'll do once whumpee wakes up.

the last vestiges of whumpee's dying mind cling tightly to those fantasies, and let the warmth and love flowing from caretaker's words gently lull them to sleep.

[charismaticcollector]

fellow terminally ill people, i love you.

i hope your happy if you decided to spend the rest of your life filling out a bucket list.

i hope your happy if you decided to spend the rest of your life partying until you drop.

i hope your happy if you decided to spend the rest of your life continuing as normal, working a job and getting groceries and the like.

i hope your happy if you decided to spend the rest of your life resting and relaxing as much as you can.

i hope your happy if you decided to spend the rest of your life trying to find a cure of some sort.

i hope your happy if you decided to spend the rest of your life aware and okay with the fact you are going to die.

i hope your happy if you decided to spend the rest of your life working towards the future, even if you might not see it.

i hope your happy if you decided to spend the rest of your life with your loved ones, giving them memories to last their lifetime.

i hope your happy if you decided to spend the rest of your life focusing on yourself, not letting anyone else hurt you again.

i hope your happy if you decided to spend the rest of your life seeing the world.

i hope your happy if you decided to spend the rest of your life staying at home with your cat.

i hope your happy if you decided to spend the rest of your life doing anything, because you deserve it.

[devastateddaughter]

"Your family is so strong"

I don't want to have to be strong. I don't want to deal with this. None of this even feels real. How can I be strong when I have no choice but to keep going, keep doing. Strength is overrated.

[catwouthats]

Mfs will be like “you look so good now!” To people dying of cancer…

Curse fatphobia and what it has done to our society on far too many levels

[esmesmesme]

I've always vaguely assumed the terminally ill are wiser than everyone else, that such a profound knowledge brings a clarity other people lack. Turns out, it doesn't, it just sucks.

[ginnvngagap]

no, Jayce Talis didn't mean "Viktor, your terminal illness and physical disability that causes you constant pain are fxcking awesome actually, you should totally enjoy them" he meant "Viktor, your terminal illness and psysical disability don't make you any less loveable and I never saw you as weak or pitiful because of them. in my eyes, you were always perfect."

I have a feeling this take stems from a fundamental misunderstanding of what internalized ableism (or bigotry in general) actually is.

as a personal example, I don't exactly agree with the autism as a superpower narrative, and I refuse to be ashamed of not being proud of every single aspect of my neurodivergence and mental illnesses. no, I don't want a cure, because it still defines me as a person, but if someone announced tomorrow that they can fix my autistic inertia, executive dysfunction or sensory problems with just a flip of a switch, I'd accept that in a heartbeat. not wanting to suffer is not the same as thinking I am worthless or lazy because of my neurodivergence.

as another example of internalized bigotry: I've seen a user on the bird app having to defend herself against people who insisted that thinking periods are gross and unpleasant to have is her hating her womanhood. but listen, I fxcking hate having a uterus. I hate that I can get pregnant (I have tokophobia), and I hate periods with a fiery passion (and mine aren't even that painful, I rarely have cramps and they always last around 5 days). I don't like how they feel, I don't like the pain, the mood swings, and yes, I find blood coming out of my vagina gross, especially when it includes those little chunks. it's just a very uncomfortable experience overall. this however doesn't mean that I think I should be treated as impure, or inferior. I don't think it's okay to treat me as if I'm an inherently irrational creature (although I'd argue that all humans are, but I digress) incapable of a single logical thought because of my cycle, and I don't feel ashamed of asking for a pad or a tampon, because it's a natural bodily function and no one should ever be shunned for it.

bigotry is a social construct, it's shame, discrimination, ostracization. it's the belief that certain ways of being are inherently shameful and should be purged from "civilized" society, because to the "correct" people, they aren't even human.

Viktor not wanting to die or be in pain isn't the problem, and Jayce has already demonstrated that the only thing he hates about those conditions is that he doesn't want to lose his partner and he doesn't want him to suffer. the problem is that Viktor believed his illness and disability made him inferior and unloveable. he wanted to fix himself not just because he didn't want to die or suffer, but because he was convinced he needed to achieve perfection in order to be loved and accepted, to be a worthy partner of Jayce.

but this kind of thinking is what leads to erasing everything that makes us human, that makes us unique. that was Viktor's greatest error, wanting so badly to transcend the human condition, he risked erasing human lives all together.

[bisexualseraphim]

Anyway regardless of how you feel about the Royals, even if you’re like me and think they’re all parasites, here are some things to remember:

The UK taxpayer is funding Kate’s high-end treatments whilst millions of citizens are on years-long NHS waiting lists for their own treatments and waiting hours upon hours to be seen in A&E when they’ve had a severe incident; so much money that could be going towards funding the NHS properly is instead going to the Royals. Kate is very likely going to be perfectly fine. Millions of regular tax-paying UK citizens will not.

HOWEVER. Kate isn’t going to see your memes making fun of her on tumblr dot com — but other people whom have suffered because of cancer will. If common decency won’t stop you from posting crab rave GIFs celebrating the illness of a mother to three young children, hopefully the chance of someone else with cancer or with a friend or relative with cancer seeing it will.

Seriously does no one else think Kensington’s PR nightmare is kind of fucked up like the fact they were so Weird about all this and let a sick woman in their “family” take all the blame for their shitty Photoshop skills. Royalist stan blogs I’ve seen you on here and I ask you: is THAT not some kind of indication as to how fucking evil they are if absolutely nothing else is. Please tell me you’ve seen the light by now I can’t cope anymore

[asian-drama-whump-blog]

Mr. Plankton Ep 3

Hae Jo gets a nosebleed and passes out.

(She doesn't scream like that the whole show I promise)

[captainjackscoat]

The only relationship I will ever be in is one with my health. And it's a very toxic one.

-My terminally ill aroace friend

it should not be funny

[urlocalwhumper]

been thinking about delayed grief responses.

like - after a long fight with illness, whumpee dies in the hospital, with caretaker by their side.

and honestly? at least in the moment, caretaker feels more relief than anything. this was inevitable, and they'd been watching whumpee suffer for so long, but now they'll never suffer again. they can rest now.

it isn't until days or even weeks later that the loss really sets in. caretaker finds whumpee's belongings gathering dust because whumpee isn't there to use them, whumpee's clothes sitting untouched in the closet because whumpee isn't there to wear them. only then do they really realize that whumpee hasn't just stepped out for a while, they're gone.

[whumpwriterforlife]

So sorry I am unfortunately going to need some terminally ill Simon Riley x 141

Please and thank you

I'm tempted to start this by apologising because this is far from my best work, but I managed 1k words after months of writer's block so I'm trying to be graceful to myself. It may not be one of my best work, but I still got it done. I admit the ending is a bit abrupt though.

I hope you'll still like it.

Warnings: Mentions of terminal illness / multiple sclerosis

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Multiple sclerosis.

An autoimmune disorder that had the potential to be terminal.

The British military might not have considered it immediate grounds for medical discharge, but the SAS most certainly did. They were the best of the best; there was no room for liabilities in the field — and his diagnosis most definitely made him one.

He should have expected it, really.

After a childhood full of abuse in the hands of his parents, after the betrayal of his commanding officer and months of torture that led to more scars than he could count, he should've known that there would be more. The few good years he had had since then wouldn't change the fact that he had shit luck. One could even say he wasn't meant for happiness — which, considering everything, didn't seem that far fetched.

The day he stepped into Price's office with his instincts screaming at him to turn around and disappear without a word was the worst right after the diagnosis. He knew, as much as he lived for his job he knew, he had to tell someone. He might’ve been nothing without his job, without a gun or a knife in his hands, but he wasn't willing to put his team at risk because of his selfishness.

They were the closest thing he had to friends, family, after all, even though he was reluctant to admit it to himself.

"My bags are packed already. I'll be out on the next available flight," he said, the finish to his well-rehearsed speech. His stomach twisted and his hands were clammy with cold sweat, but his voice betrayed none of his inner turmoil.

Now all there was left to do was to wait for the reaction.

It was nothing like he had expected.

"What?" Price asked, concern and bewilderment in his tone as he stared at him.

Simon swallowed thickly, unable to form a response. He didn't know what to think of the reaction, but it lacked the anger he may or may not have been worried about. It was childish, but he couldn't bring himself to meet his captain's gaze — he didn't want to see the pity or worry or disappointment he had convinced himself he'd be met with.

"What the hell are you talking about, Lieutenant?" Price asked again, more gruffly this time but still not angry. "Simon?"

Simon remained frozen in his seat.

What could he even say?

Should he apologise?

It would have been easier if Price reacted with anger, threw him out of the office and told him to never come back. He knew how to deal with anger. The rest was uncharted territory, really.

"I'm not giving up on you that easily, you hear me?"

Simon looked up at that, feeling a fleeting pang of something he couldn't quite place. "What?"

Price gave him a thin smile when their eyes met. "I know you're hardwired to deal with everything alone, Simon, but you're a part of a team now, remember? You're one of us and we'll figure this out together. Understood?"

"But the regulations—"

"You're not the first person with MS in the service." Price told him, pushing away from his desk to stand up. He grabbed the discharge papers and unceremoniously dumped them into the bin next to his desk before walking around to take a seat in the chair next to Simon. "I'm not gonna let you run away and disappear on us like that. There are options, different treatments — it's not the end of the world."

Simon blew out a shaky breath, his shoulders sagging. For the first time since the diagnosis, he felt like he could breathe again.

"Yes, sir."

"Good man." Price nodded approvingly, his smile more genuine as he gave him a pat on the shoulder. "Now, would you like to tell the sergeants or not?"

Simon avoided telling the sergeants for a few weeks, if only because he needed more time to digest things before he'd be flooded with questions he wasn't sure he could answer. He wasn't much of a talker and he most definitely wasn't in the habit of sharing any personal information with anyone.

In the end though, he didn't know why he had been so nervous about the whole thing because the sergeants took the news surprisingly well, though that didn't stop them from asking half a million questions about his condition. There was some concern, but there was no trace of pity.

That said, there was definitely an increase of mother-henning especially on Soap’s part. The sergeant would occasionally burst into his office with a tray of food and a steaming cup of tea, not to mention a pointed glare on his face that told Simon he had somehow found out he had skipped lunch. Or dinner. Or breakfast.

(in turn, Simon sometimes deliberately skipped going to the mess hall, knowing the sergeant would bring him his missing meal within the hour without him having to ask or leave his desk)

Mostly, though, everything remained relatively normal. There was no constant hovering or questions about his health and they trusted him to tell if a flare-up got bad enough that he couldn't perform his duties or otherwise needed help.

It had definitely been one of the hardest parts of the entire thing — to learn to ask for help.

Fortunately the flare-ups were nowhere near constant or regular, though at their worst they could last well over a month. The symptoms varied, too, from fatigue to balance problems to muscle stiffness and blurry vision and so much more. It was difficult to keep up with all the different symptoms, but he made it work.

There were times when he'd be too stubborn to admit to himself that he required more rest or was too fatigued to do his tasks. The more memorable times included Gaz sweeping in and "stealing" the recruits from him in the middle of a session when his vision had gone too blurry to supervise them at the gun range, and when he'd woken up at his desk with a blanket draped over his shoulders and a stern note in Price's handwriting on his desk that told him to take the next day off and warned him to stay away from the paperwork unless he wanted to face his wrath.

It took a while, but eventually Simon learned to let them in more. Maybe it wasn't as horrifying as he had originally thought, to have people care about you.

[whatiswhump]

Whumpee is told they have a terminal illness so when the scientist shows up at their door, promising their ability to help others with the research they could do, they figure ‘what do they have to lose? Might as well use the time they have left to help others in his position’.

But then they sign the contract and things go south quickly. There’s a needle and then they’re waking up in a room they don’t recognize and there are guards here…

Whumpee didn’t agree to this, they only wanted to help people, not this-

But the doctor replies, “since you’re terminal, every second you get with me will be because of my technology keeping you alive. If you don’t want to be helpful and contribute to my experiments and maybe find a cure, I can always let nature take its course again, it wouldn’t be murder. So the choice is yours.”