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  1. Prescriptions for controversial drug shot up 250% for cancer patients after Mel Gibson endorsement

    You’ve heard of pseudoscience — but what about celebrity science? New research suggests a bombshell claim from Mel…
    #NewsBeep #News #Medication #AU #Australia #cancerpatients #CancerTreatment #Health #Ivermectin #MelGibson #Prescriptions #Stage4cancer #unproventreatments
    newsbeep.com/au/670492/

  2. Prescriptions for controversial drug shot up 250% for cancer patients after Mel Gibson endorsement

    You’ve heard of pseudoscience — but what about celebrity science? New research suggests a bombshell claim from Mel…
    #NewsBeep #News #Medication #AU #Australia #cancerpatients #CancerTreatment #Health #Ivermectin #MelGibson #Prescriptions #Stage4cancer #unproventreatments
    newsbeep.com/au/670492/

  3. Kate Middleton’s Italian skills impress locals. So does her new name.

    Princess Kate’s first solo overseas trip since completing cancer treatment has turned into an unexpected showcase of her…
    #Italy #Europe #Europa #EU #cancertreatment #GettyImages #PrinceWilliam #PrincessKate #speakingItalian
    europesays.com/italy/15950/

  4. Prescriptions for controversial drug shot up 250% for cancer patients after Mel Gibson endorsement

    You’ve heard of pseudoscience — but what about celebrity science? New research suggests a bombshell claim from Mel…
    #NewsBeep #News #US #USA #UnitedStates #UnitedStatesOfAmerica #Medication #cancerpatients #cancertreatment #Health #ivermectin #MelGibson #prescriptions #stage4cancer #unproventreatments
    newsbeep.com/us/641651/

  5. UNC researchers develop promising combo therapy targeting glioblastoma, showing unprecedented results in preclinical studies. Innovative approach may transform brain cancer treatment strategies. #MedicalResearch #CancerTreatment

  6. UNC researchers develop promising combo therapy targeting glioblastoma, showing unprecedented results in preclinical studies. Innovative approach may transform brain cancer treatment strategies. #MedicalResearch #CancerTreatment

  7. UNC researchers develop promising combo therapy targeting glioblastoma, showing unprecedented results in preclinical studies. Innovative approach may transform brain cancer treatment strategies. #MedicalResearch #CancerTreatment

  8. Indigenous Konyak Naga Herbal Medicine Shows Promising Anti-Cancer Potential, Study Finds

    Researchers from Nagaland University, Berhampur University, and Saveetha Medical College have, in a preliminary investigation, identified traditional herbal…
    #NewsBeep #News #Medication #cancer #Cancertreatment #Health #Herbs #Indigenousknowledge #KonyakNaga #Nagaland #NagalandUniversity #UK #UnitedKingdom
    newsbeep.com/uk/533830/

  9. Indigenous Konyak Naga Herbal Medicine Shows Promising Anti-Cancer Potential, Study Finds

    Researchers from Nagaland University, Berhampur University, and Saveetha Medical College have, in a preliminary investigation, identified traditional herbal…
    #NewsBeep #News #Medication #CA #Canada #cancer #CancerTreatment #Health #Herbs #Indigenousknowledge #KonyakNaga #Nagaland #NagalandUniversity
    newsbeep.com/ca/604792/

  10. Ex-Senator Ben Sasse Displays Visible Toll of Experimental Cancer Treatment

    Former Senator Ben Sasse shows physical effects from experimental cancer treatment. Learn about the drug daraxonrasib and its impact on patients.

    #BenSasse, #CancerTreatment, #PancreaticCancer, #ExperimentalDrug, #HealthUpdate

    newsletter.tf/ben-sasse-shows-

  11. Former Senator Ben Sasse revealed severe physical effects from his experimental cancer treatment, showing visible skin and blood damage. This comes as the drug daraxonrasib shows mixed results in trials for advanced pancreatic cancer.

    #BenSasse, #CancerTreatment, #PancreaticCancer, #ExperimentalDrug, #HealthUpdate
    newsletter.tf/ben-sasse-shows-

  12. Sweden and Philippines seek stronger collaboration on cancer treatment

    Team Sweden met with Philippine Department of Health Undersecretary Dr. Gloria Balboa to discuss stronger cooperation on cancer…
    #Sweden #Sverige #SE #Europe #Europa #EU #cancertreatment #Dr.GloriaBalboa #EmbassyofSwedeninManila #nyheter #PhilippineDepartmentofHealthUndersecretary #sweden #TeamSweden
    europesays.com/2837791/

  13. Scientists at Monash University say they have found a way to permanently "switch off" genes that help cancer cells thrive. This could help development of a new style of treatment that might be more effective and less difficult for patients. “We have potentially identified a new way to exploit cancer’s weaknesses,” said Dr. Omer Gilan, who worked on the research. Here's more from SciTech Daily.

    flip.it/fXvz-L

    #Science #Medicine #Cancer #CancerTreatment #Genetics #Epigenetics

  14. Five Years In Remission

    I entered remission five years ago on February 11th 2021.

    Photo from PxHere. (No, this ain’t my brain.)

    It’s been a wild ride, to say the least.

    Ultimately, everybody’s journey through cancer is their own. If you’re a cancer survivor too, your journey is not my journey, and my journey is not your journey, no matter how similar they may be. Some people never make it through. A sobering thought.

    A cancer diagnosis is often a gut punch, but my diagnosis came as a relief to me. Prior to it, I had been slowly dying for months, but I did not know why or have a plan to deal with this slow death. My PCNS lymphoma diagnosis not only told me why I was dying, but it provided me with a plan: first chemo and then a stem cell transplant.

    So I underwent treatment. After two rounds of chemo, the tumor was gone from my brain. After five rounds, I was declared to be in remission. Its now been five years since I entered remission, and my latest MRI, done in January of this year, indicates that my brain is still free from cancer. If I had gotten this disease 35 years ago, I would not have been so lucky. I would have died, pure and simple. Medicine has advanced.

    After the chemo, I had a stem cell transplant. They extracted stem cells from my body, kept them in storage, destroyed my immune system, and finally they reinjected my stem cells so that I could rebuild my immune system. My entire treatment happened at the height of the COVID-19 pandemic, and yet, I never caught this disease.

    It’s been a wild ride, I tell you!

    My cancer was not the cause of my divorce, but it was a catalyst. My ex-wife and I had already been seeing a marriage counselor a good two years before my cancer showed up. After my treatment, I just did not see myself enduring through this marriage if nothing changed. I tried to change things, but it was in vain. So my ex-wife and I divorced. It is not what I would have wanted, but it was the way forward.

    As we were discussing the divorce, I figured that there was no longer any reason for me to hide from the world the fact that I’m not straight, but pansexual. I knew since my teenage years that I wasn’t straight, and even told my wife before we got married that I was bisexual. That’s the only term that I knew at the time, but I prefer to call myself pansexual. Gender or its absence is just no obstacle when it comes to my desire to get intimate with someone else.

    Besides being pansexual, I’m also polyamorous. Provided that I’m kept aware of my partners’ intimate encounters with other people, I don’t get jealous if they have those encounters. What gets to me is if I feel neglect. I suppose I might also get angry if a partner of mine hid their encounters with someone else, but this, to my knowledge, has not happened.

    I also discovered BDSM, and that I am a Dom. I was always generous in bed, but BDSM allows me to optimize this generosity.

    Then I realized that I’m autistic. The signs were present from infancy, but everybody treated me as neurotypical, so I thought that I was neurotypical. My ex-wife has ADHD, but we never discussed neurodivergence in our household. We both imagined that the other perceived the world in the same way we did. This is woefully incorrect, but we didn’t know any better.

    I also realized that I’m nonbinary. The surest way to generate dysphoria in me is to insist that I should behave or not behave this or that way because I’m “a man.” At best, I’ll find the idea amusing. At worst, it will generate anger. At any rate, in retrospect, this is another element that caused friction between my ex-wife and me. She thought she had married “a man,” but she did not.

    If my cancer had not happened, how much of this self-realization would have happened? I’m not sure. I was pretending to be a neurotypical man in a straight, monogamous, vanilla marriage. I think I could have gone on pretending for more years.

    It’s been a wild ride, and I don’t think the ride is over just yet.

    #autistic #AutisticWriters #cancer #CancerSurvivor #CancerTreatment #divorce #queer #remission #YourAutisticLife
  15. Five Years In Remission

    I entered remission five years ago on February 11th 2021.

    Photo from PxHere. (No, this ain’t my brain.)

    It’s been a wild ride, to say the least.

    Ultimately, everybody’s journey through cancer is their own. If you’re a cancer survivor too, your journey is not my journey, and my journey is not your journey, no matter how similar they may be. Some people never make it through. A sobering thought.

    A cancer diagnosis is often a gut punch, but my diagnosis came as a relief to me. Prior to it, I had been slowly dying for months, but I did not know why or have a plan to deal with this slow death. My PCNS lymphoma diagnosis not only told me why I was dying, but it provided me with a plan: first chemo and then a stem cell transplant.

    So I underwent treatment. After two rounds of chemo, the tumor was gone from my brain. After five rounds, I was declared to be in remission. Its now been five years since I entered remission, and my latest MRI, done in January of this year, indicates that my brain is still free from cancer. If I had gotten this disease 35 years ago, I would not have been so lucky. I would have died, pure and simple. Medicine has advanced.

    After the chemo, I had a stem cell transplant. They extracted stem cells from my body, kept them in storage, destroyed my immune system, and finally they reinjected my stem cells so that I could rebuild my immune system. My entire treatment happened at the height of the COVID-19 pandemic, and yet, I never caught this disease.

    It’s been a wild ride, I tell you!

    My cancer was not the cause of my divorce, but it was a catalyst. My ex-wife and I had already been seeing a marriage counselor a good two years before my cancer showed up. After my treatment, I just did not see myself enduring through this marriage if nothing changed. I tried to change things, but it was in vain. So my ex-wife and I divorced. It is not what I would have wanted, but it was the way forward.

    As we were discussing the divorce, I figured that there was no longer any reason for me to hide from the world the fact that I’m not straight, but pansexual. I knew since my teenage years that I wasn’t straight, and even told my wife before we got married that I was bisexual. That’s the only term that I knew at the time, but I prefer to call myself pansexual. Gender or its absence is just no obstacle when it comes to my desire to get intimate with someone else.

    Besides being pansexual, I’m also polyamorous. Provided that I’m kept aware of my partners’ intimate encounters with other people, I don’t get jealous if they have those encounters. What gets to me is if I feel neglect. I suppose I might also get angry if a partner of mine hid their encounters with someone else, but this, to my knowledge, has not happened.

    I also discovered BDSM, and that I am a Dom. I was always generous in bed, but BDSM allows me to optimize this generosity.

    Then I realized that I’m autistic. The signs were present from infancy, but everybody treated me as neurotypical, so I thought that I was neurotypical. My ex-wife has ADHD, but we never discussed neurodivergence in our household. We both imagined that the other perceived the world in the same way we did. This is woefully incorrect, but we didn’t know any better.

    I also realized that I’m nonbinary. The surest way to generate dysphoria in me is to insist that I should behave or not behave this or that way because I’m “a man.” At best, I’ll find the idea amusing. At worst, it will generate anger. At any rate, in retrospect, this is another element that caused friction between my ex-wife and me. She thought she had married “a man,” but she did not.

    If my cancer had not happened, how much of this self-realization would have happened? I’m not sure. I was pretending to be a neurotypical man in a straight, monogamous, vanilla marriage. I think I could have gone on pretending for more years.

    It’s been a wild ride, and I don’t think the ride is over just yet.

    #autistic #AutisticWriters #cancer #CancerSurvivor #CancerTreatment #divorce #queer #remission #YourAutisticLife
  16. Five Years In Remission

    I entered remission five years ago on February 11th 2021.

    Photo from PxHere. (No, this ain’t my brain.)

    It’s been a wild ride, to say the least.

    Ultimately, everybody’s journey through cancer is their own. If you’re a cancer survivor too, your journey is not my journey, and my journey is not your journey, no matter how similar they may be. Some people never make it through. A sobering thought.

    A cancer diagnosis is often a gut punch, but my diagnosis came as a relief to me. Prior to it, I had been slowly dying for months, but I did not know why or have a plan to deal with this slow death. My PCNS lymphoma diagnosis not only told me why I was dying, but it provided me with a plan: first chemo and then a stem cell transplant.

    So I underwent treatment. After two rounds of chemo, the tumor was gone from my brain. After five rounds, I was declared to be in remission. Its now been five years since I entered remission, and my latest MRI, done in January of this year, indicates that my brain is still free from cancer. If I had gotten this disease 35 years ago, I would not have been so lucky. I would have died, pure and simple. Medicine has advanced.

    After the chemo, I had a stem cell transplant. They extracted stem cells from my body, kept them in storage, destroyed my immune system, and finally they reinjected my stem cells so that I could rebuild my immune system. My entire treatment happened at the height of the COVID-19 pandemic, and yet, I never caught this disease.

    It’s been a wild ride, I tell you!

    My cancer was not the cause of my divorce, but it was a catalyst. My ex-wife and I had already been seeing a marriage counselor a good two years before my cancer showed up. After my treatment, I just did not see myself enduring through this marriage if nothing changed. I tried to change things, but it was in vain. So my ex-wife and I divorced. It is not what I would have wanted, but it was the way forward.

    As we were discussing the divorce, I figured that there was no longer any reason for me to hide from the world the fact that I’m not straight, but pansexual. I knew since my teenage years that I wasn’t straight, and even told my wife before we got married that I was bisexual. That’s the only term that I knew at the time, but I prefer to call myself pansexual. Gender or its absence is just no obstacle when it comes to my desire to get intimate with someone else.

    Besides being pansexual, I’m also polyamorous. Provided that I’m kept aware of my partners’ intimate encounters with other people, I don’t get jealous if they have those encounters. What gets to me is if I feel neglect. I suppose I might also get angry if a partner of mine hid their encounters with someone else, but this, to my knowledge, has not happened.

    I also discovered BDSM, and that I am a Dom. I was always generous in bed, but BDSM allows me to optimize this generosity.

    Then I realized that I’m autistic. The signs were present from infancy, but everybody treated me as neurotypical, so I thought that I was neurotypical. My ex-wife has ADHD, but we never discussed neurodivergence in our household. We both imagined that the other perceived the world in the same way we did. This is woefully incorrect, but we didn’t know any better.

    I also realized that I’m nonbinary. The surest way to generate dysphoria in me is to insist that I should behave or not behave this or that way because I’m “a man.” At best, I’ll find the idea amusing. At worst, it will generate anger. At any rate, in retrospect, this is another element that caused friction between my ex-wife and me. She thought she had married “a man,” but she did not.

    If my cancer had not happened, how much of this self-realization would have happened? I’m not sure. I was pretending to be a neurotypical man in a straight, monogamous, vanilla marriage. I think I could have gone on pretending for more years.

    It’s been a wild ride, and I don’t think the ride is over just yet.

    #autistic #AutisticWriters #cancer #CancerSurvivor #CancerTreatment #divorce #queer #remission #YourAutisticLife
  17. Five Years In Remission

    I entered remission five years ago on February 11th 2021.

    Photo from PxHere. (No, this ain’t my brain.)

    It’s been a wild ride, to say the least.

    Ultimately, everybody’s journey through cancer is their own. If you’re a cancer survivor too, your journey is not my journey, and my journey is not your journey, no matter how similar they may be. Some people never make it through. A sobering thought.

    A cancer diagnosis is often a gut punch, but my diagnosis came as a relief to me. Prior to it, I had been slowly dying for months, but I did not know why or have a plan to deal with this slow death. My PCNS lymphoma diagnosis not only told me why I was dying, but it provided me with a plan: first chemo and then a stem cell transplant.

    So I underwent treatment. After two rounds of chemo, the tumor was gone from my brain. After five rounds, I was declared to be in remission. Its now been five years since I entered remission, and my latest MRI, done in January of this year, indicates that my brain is still free from cancer. If I had gotten this disease 35 years ago, I would not have been so lucky. I would have died, pure and simple. Medicine has advanced.

    After the chemo, I had a stem cell transplant. They extracted stem cells from my body, kept them in storage, destroyed my immune system, and finally they reinjected my stem cells so that I could rebuild my immune system. My entire treatment happened at the height of the COVID-19 pandemic, and yet, I never caught this disease.

    It’s been a wild ride, I tell you!

    My cancer was not the cause of my divorce, but it was a catalyst. My ex-wife and I had already been seeing a marriage counselor a good two years before my cancer showed up. After my treatment, I just did not see myself enduring through this marriage if nothing changed. I tried to change things, but it was in vain. So my ex-wife and I divorced. It is not what I would have wanted, but it was the way forward.

    As we were discussing the divorce, I figured that there was no longer any reason for me to hide from the world the fact that I’m not straight, but pansexual. I knew since my teenage years that I wasn’t straight, and even told my wife before we got married that I was bisexual. That’s the only term that I knew at the time, but I prefer to call myself pansexual. Gender or its absence is just no obstacle when it comes to my desire to get intimate with someone else.

    Besides being pansexual, I’m also polyamorous. Provided that I’m kept aware of my partners’ intimate encounters with other people, I don’t get jealous if they have those encounters. What gets to me is if I feel neglect. I suppose I might also get angry if a partner of mine hid their encounters with someone else, but this, to my knowledge, has not happened.

    I also discovered BDSM, and that I am a Dom. I was always generous in bed, but BDSM allows me to optimize this generosity.

    Then I realized that I’m autistic. The signs were present from infancy, but everybody treated me as neurotypical, so I thought that I was neurotypical. My ex-wife has ADHD, but we never discussed neurodivergence in our household. We both imagined that the other perceived the world in the same way we did. This is woefully incorrect, but we didn’t know any better.

    I also realized that I’m nonbinary. The surest way to generate dysphoria in me is to insist that I should behave or not behave this or that way because I’m “a man.” At best, I’ll find the idea amusing. At worst, it will generate anger. At any rate, in retrospect, this is another element that caused friction between my ex-wife and me. She thought she had married “a man,” but she did not.

    If my cancer had not happened, how much of this self-realization would have happened? I’m not sure. I was pretending to be a neurotypical man in a straight, monogamous, vanilla marriage. I think I could have gone on pretending for more years.

    It’s been a wild ride, and I don’t think the ride is over just yet.

    #autistic #AutisticWriters #cancer #CancerSurvivor #CancerTreatment #divorce #queer #remission #YourAutisticLife
  18. Five Years In Remission

    I entered remission five years ago on February 11th 2021.

    Photo from PxHere. (No, this ain’t my brain.)

    It’s been a wild ride, to say the least.

    Ultimately, everybody’s journey through cancer is their own. If you’re a cancer survivor too, your journey is not my journey, and my journey is not your journey, no matter how similar they may be. Some people never make it through. A sobering thought.

    A cancer diagnosis is often a gut punch, but my diagnosis came as a relief to me. Prior to it, I had been slowly dying for months, but I did not know why or have a plan to deal with this slow death. My PCNS lymphoma diagnosis not only told me why I was dying, but it provided me with a plan: first chemo and then a stem cell transplant.

    So I underwent treatment. After two rounds of chemo, the tumor was gone from my brain. After five rounds, I was declared to be in remission. Its now been five years since I entered remission, and my latest MRI, done in January of this year, indicates that my brain is still free from cancer. If I had gotten this disease 35 years ago, I would not have been so lucky. I would have died, pure and simple. Medicine has advanced.

    After the chemo, I had a stem cell transplant. They extracted stem cells from my body, kept them in storage, destroyed my immune system, and finally they reinjected my stem cells so that I could rebuild my immune system. My entire treatment happened at the height of the COVID-19 pandemic, and yet, I never caught this disease.

    It’s been a wild ride, I tell you!

    My cancer was not the cause of my divorce, but it was a catalyst. My ex-wife and I had already been seeing a marriage counselor a good two years before my cancer showed up. After my treatment, I just did not see myself enduring through this marriage if nothing changed. I tried to change things, but it was in vain. So my ex-wife and I divorced. It is not what I would have wanted, but it was the way forward.

    As we were discussing the divorce, I figured that there was no longer any reason for me to hide from the world the fact that I’m not straight, but pansexual. I knew since my teenage years that I wasn’t straight, and even told my wife before we got married that I was bisexual. That’s the only term that I knew at the time, but I prefer to call myself pansexual. Gender or its absence is just no obstacle when it comes to my desire to get intimate with someone else.

    Besides being pansexual, I’m also polyamorous. Provided that I’m kept aware of my partners’ intimate encounters with other people, I don’t get jealous if they have those encounters. What gets to me is if I feel neglect. I suppose I might also get angry if a partner of mine hid their encounters with someone else, but this, to my knowledge, has not happened.

    I also discovered BDSM, and that I am a Dom. I was always generous in bed, but BDSM allows me to optimize this generosity.

    Then I realized that I’m autistic. The signs were present from infancy, but everybody treated me as neurotypical, so I thought that I was neurotypical. My ex-wife has ADHD, but we never discussed neurodivergence in our household. We both imagined that the other perceived the world in the same way we did. This is woefully incorrect, but we didn’t know any better.

    I also realized that I’m nonbinary. The surest way to generate dysphoria in me is to insist that I should behave or not behave this or that way because I’m “a man.” At best, I’ll find the idea amusing. At worst, it will generate anger. At any rate, in retrospect, this is another element that caused friction between my ex-wife and me. She thought she had married “a man,” but she did not.

    If my cancer had not happened, how much of this self-realization would have happened? I’m not sure. I was pretending to be a neurotypical man in a straight, monogamous, vanilla marriage. I think I could have gone on pretending for more years.

    It’s been a wild ride, and I don’t think the ride is over just yet.

    #autistic #AutisticWriters #cancer #CancerSurvivor #CancerTreatment #divorce #queer #remission #YourAutisticLife