Cancer Scar Quotes

She had this dark cancer water dripping out of her chest. Eyes closed. Intubated. But her hand was still her hand, still warm and the nails painted this almost black dark blue and I just held her hand and tried to imagine the world without us and for about one second I was a good enough person to hope she died so she would never know that I was going, too. But then I wanted more time so we could fall in love. I got my wish, I suppose. I left my scar.

I like storms. Thunder torrential rain, puddles, wet shoes. When the clouds roll in, I get filled with this giddy expectation. Everything is more beautiful in the rain. Don't ask me why. But it’s like this whole other realm of opportunity. I used to feel like a superhero, riding my bike over the dangerously slick roads, or maybe an Olympic athlete enduring rough trials to make it to the finish line. On sunny days, as a girl, I could still wake up to that thrilled feeling. You made me giddy with expectation, just like a symphonic rainstorm. You were a tempest in the sun, the thunder in a boring, cloudless sky. I remember I’d shovel in my breakfast as fast as I could, so I could go knock on your door. We’d play all day, only coming back for food and sleep. We played hide and seek, you’d push me on the swing, or we’d climb trees. Being your sidekick gave me a sense of home again. You see, when I was ten, my mom died. She had cancer, and I lost her before I really knew her. My world felt so insecure, and I was scared. You were the person that turned things right again. With you, I became courageous and free. It was like the part of me that died with my mom came back when I met you, and I didn’t hurt if I knew I had you. Then one day, out of the blue, I lost you, too. The hurt returned, and I felt sick when I saw you hating me. My rainstorm was gone, and you became cruel. There was no explanation. You were just gone. And my heart was ripped open. I missed you. I missed my mom. What was worse than losing you, was when you started to hurt me. Your words and actions made me hate coming to school. They made me uncomfortable in my own home. Everything still hurts, but I know none of it is my fault. There are a lot of words that I could use to describe you, but the only one that includes sad, angry, miserable, and pitiful is “coward.” I a year, I’ll be gone, and you’ll be nothing but some washout whose height of existence was in high school. You were my tempest, my thunder cloud, my tree in the downpour. I loved all those things, and I loved you. But now? You’re a fucking drought. I thought that all the assholes drove German cars, but it turns out that pricks in Mustangs can still leave scars.

Van Houten, I’m a good person but a shitty writer. You’re a shitty person but a good writer. We’d make a good team. I don’t want to ask you any favors, but if you have time – and from what I saw, you have plenty – I was wondering if you could write a eulogy for Hazel. I’ve got notes and everything, but if you could just make it into a coherent whole or whatever? Or even just tell me what I should say differently. Here’s the thing about Hazel: Almost everyone is obsessed with leaving a mark upon the world. Bequeathing a legacy. Outlasting death. We all want to be remembered. I do, too. That’s what bothers me most, is being another unremembered casualty in the ancient and inglorious war against disease. I want to leave a mark. But Van Houten: The marks humans leave are too often scars. You build a hideous minimall or start a coup or try to become a rock star and you think, “They’ll remember me now,” but (a) they don’t remember you, and (b) all you leave behind are more scars. Your coup becomes a dictatorship. Your minimall becomes a lesion. (Okay, maybe I’m not such a shitty writer. But I can’t pull my ideas together, Van Houten. My thoughts are stars I can’t fathom into constellations.) We are like a bunch of dogs squirting on fire hydrants. We poison the groundwater with our toxic piss, marking everything MINE in a ridiculous attempt to survive our deaths. I can’t stop pissing on fire hydrants. I know it’s silly and useless – epically useless in my current state – but I am an animal like any other. Hazel is different. She walks lightly, old man. She walks lightly upon the earth. Hazel knows the truth: We’re as likely to hurt the universe as we are to help it, and we’re not likely to do either. People will say it’s sad that she leaves a lesser scar, that fewer remember her, that she was loved deeply but not widely. But it’s not sad, Van Houten. It’s triumphant. It’s heroic. Isn’t that the real heroism? Like the doctors say: First, do no harm. The real heroes anyway aren’t the people doing things; the real heroes are the people NOTICING things, paying attention. The guy who invented the smallpox vaccine didn’t actually invented anything. He just noticed that people with cowpox didn’t get smallpox. After my PET scan lit up, I snuck into the ICU and saw her while she was unconscious. I just walked in behind a nurse with a badge and I got to sit next to her for like ten minutes before I got caught. I really thought she was going to die, too. It was brutal: the incessant mechanized haranguing of intensive care. She had this dark cancer water dripping out of her chest. Eyes closed. Intubated. But her hand was still her hand, still warm and the nails painted this almost black dark blue and I just held her hand and tried to imagine the world without us and for about one second I was a good enough person to hope she died so she would never know that I was going, too. But then I wanted more time so we could fall in love. I got my wish, I suppose. I left my scar. A nurse guy came in and told me I had to leave, that visitors weren’t allowed, and I asked if she was doing okay, and the guy said, “She’s still taking on water.” A desert blessing, an ocean curse. What else? She is so beautiful. You don’t get tired of looking at her. You never worry if she is smarter than you: You know she is. She is funny without ever being mean. I love her. I am so lucky to love her, Van Houten. You don’t get to choose if you get hurt in this world, old man, but you do have some say in who hurts you. I like my choices. I hope she likes hers.

The brown blotches of the benevolent skin cancer the sun brings from its reflection on the tropic sea were on his cheeks. The blotches ran well down the sides of his face and his hands had the deep-creased scars from handling heavy fish on the cords. But none of these scars were fresh. They were as old as erosions in a fishless desert.

Regret was an emotional cancer, destroying you from the inside out. Eating at your most vital parts until there was nothing left but scar tissue and sorrow. It chipped away at you in small increments, shattering your defenses and tiring you out. But, unlike a physical cancer, which might eventually go into remission or be cut out with a few careful strokes of a surgeon’s scalpel, regret would stay with you forever. It was chronic, but not terminal — a constant companion that would haunt you until your deathbed. And there were no cures to diminish its influence. No salves to counteract its effects. Regret didn’t break your body. It crushed your spirit. Mine had just been broken beyond repair.

I will not be defined by the marks left on me by the world, but by the mark I leave on the world (referring to the facial scars he still carries from his successful 1991 battle against cancer, which caused him to be turned down for a customer service job because he was "too ugly").

Studies on the phenomenon indicate that a person with a high tolerance for pain is likely to also have above-average capacity to cope with the stress of a job layoff or a cancer diagnosis, and this same person is more likely as well to have experienced a moderate amount of psychological trauma in his or her past. It would appear that a certain amount of misfortune is needed to toughen the mind against suffering and hardship, but excessive trauma leaves scar tissue.

Love is about giving, about caring for the other person's welfare. Love is treating someone, in the Kantian sense, never as a means but as an end in themselves. Love is sacrifice, love is something you work at, something you build like a house or tend like a plant, brick by brick, drop by drop, day by day. Nonsense. Old wives' tales, old husbands' tales. That is affection they are talking about, that is companionship, that is charity, that is tickets for the Cancer Research Ball. You must ask the young if you want to know what love is. Only they are deep enough in it to describe. We older ones have clues and simulacra, we base our judgement, like pathologists do, on the dents and scars and sediments of hearts long kept in formaldehyde. It is the pulsing heart you want to probe: the pulsing, beating, leaping, dipping, fluttering heart of a seventeen-year-old.

Scars that ate away at their minds and hearts, like some horrible cancer, and muddied every aspect of their sense of themselves.

Well, women with breast cancer are warriors, also. I have been to war, and still am. So has every woman who had had one or both breasts amputated because of the cancer that is becoming the primary physical scourge of our time. For me, my scars are an honorable reminder that I may be a casualty in the cosmic war against radiation, animal fat, air pollution, McDonald’s hamburgers and Red Dye No. 2, but the fight is still going on, and I am still a part of it. I refuse to have my scars hidden or trivialized behind lambswool or silicone gel. I refuse to be reduced in my own eyes or in the eyes of others from warrior to mere victim, simply because it might render me a fraction more acceptable or less dangerous to the still complacent, those who believe if you cover up a problem it ceases to exist. I refuse to hide my body simply because it might make a woman-phobic world more comfortable.

You see, I suffer from a disease that you cannot see; a disease that there is no cure for and that keeps the medical community baffled at how to treat and battle this demon, who’s[sic] attacks are relentless. My pain works silently, stealing my joy and replacing it with tears. On the outside we look alike you and I; you won’t see my scars as you would a person who, say, had suffered a car accident. You won’t see my pain in the way you would a person undergoing chemo for cancer; however, my pain is just as real and just as debilitating. And in many ways my pain may be more destructive because people can’t see it and do not understand....” “Please don’t get angry at my seemingly [sic] lack of interest in doing things; I punish myself enough, I assure you. My tears are shed many times when no one is around. My embarrassment is covered by a joke or laughter…” “I have been called unreliable because I am forced to cancel plans I made at the last minute because the burning and pain in my legs or arms is so intense I cannot put my clothes on and I am left in my tears as I miss out on yet another activity I used to love and once participated in with enthusiasm.” “And just because I can do a thing one day, that doesn’t mean I will be able to do the same thing the next day or next week. I may be able to take that walk after dinner on a warm July evening; the next day or even in the next hour I may not be able to walk to the fridge to get a cold drink because my muscles have begun to cramp and lock up or spasm uncontrollably. And there are those who say “But you did that yesterday!” “What is your problem today?” The hurt I experience at those words scars me so deeply that I have let my family down again; and still they don’t understand….” “On a brighter side I want you to know that I still have my sense of humor….I love you and want nothing more than to be a part of your life. And I have found that I can be a strong friend in many ways. Do you have a dream? I am your friend, your supporter and many times I will be the one to do the research for your latest project; many times I will be your biggest fan and the world will know how proud I am at your accomplishments and how honored I am to have you in my life.” “So you see, you and I are not that much different. I too have hopes, dreams, goals… and this demon…. Do you have an unseen demon that assaults you and no one else can see? Have you had to fight a fight that crushes you and brings you to your knees? I will be by your side, win or lose, I promise you that; I will be there in ways that I can. I will give all I can as I can, I promise you that. But I have to do this thing my way. Please understand that I am in such a fight myself and I know that I have little hope of a cure or effective treatments, at least right now. Please understand….

一比一原版加拿大阿卡迪亚 大学 毕 业证办理成 绩单修改(QV/1954 292 140) 挂科、不想读、拿不到文凭、专业为无法毕业的留学生服务（毕 业证、成 绩单、学 位证、学 历 认 证全套办理）The old man was thin and gaunt with deep wrinkles in the back of his neck. The brown blotches3 of the benevolent4 skin cancer the sun brings from its reflection on the tropic sea were on his cheeks. The blotches ran well down the sides of his face and his hands had the deep-creased scars from handling heavy fish on the cords. But none of these scars were fresh. They were as old as erosions in a fishless desert. "If you‘re not tired, fish," "you must be very strange.

一比一原版加拿大格兰特麦克埃文 大 学 毕 业证办理成 绩单修改(QV/1954 292 140) 挂科、不想读、拿不到文凭、专业为无法毕业的留学生服务（毕 业证、成 绩单、学 位证、学 历 认 证全套办理）The old man was thin and gaunt with deep wrinkles in the back of his neck. The brown blotches3 of the benevolent4 skin cancer the sun brings from its reflection on the tropic sea were on his cheeks. The blotches ran well down the sides of his face and his hands had the deep-creased scars from handling heavy fish on the cords. But none of these scars were fresh. They were as old as erosions in a fishless desert. "If you‘re not tired, fish," "you must be very strange.

一比一原版加拿大康卡迪亚 大学 毕 业证办理成 绩单修改(QV/1954 292 140) 挂科、不想读、拿不到文凭、专业为无法毕业的留学生服务（毕 业证、成 绩单、学 位证、学 历 认 证全套办理）The old man was thin and gaunt with deep wrinkles in the back of his neck. The brown blotches3 of the benevolent4 skin cancer the sun brings from its reflection on the tropic sea were on his cheeks. The blotches ran well down the sides of his face and his hands had the deep-creased scars from handling heavy fish on the cords. But none of these scars were fresh. They were as old as erosions in a fishless desert. "If you‘re not tired, fish," "you must be very strange.

一比一原版加拿大新布伦瑞克 大学 毕 业证办理成 绩单修改(QV/1954 292 140) 挂科、不想读、拿不到文凭、专业为无法毕业的留学生服务（毕 业证、成 绩单、学 位证、学 历 认 证全套办理）The old man was thin and gaunt with deep wrinkles in the back of his neck. The brown blotches3 of the benevolent4 skin cancer the sun brings from its reflection on the tropic sea were on his cheeks. The blotches ran well down the sides of his face and his hands had the deep-creased scars from handling heavy fish on the cords. But none of these scars were fresh. They were as old as erosions in a fishless desert. "If you‘re not tired, fish," "you must be very strange.

一比一原版加拿大乔治布朗 学院 毕 业证办理成 绩单修改(QV/1954 292 140) 挂科、不想读、拿不到文凭、专业为无法毕业的留学生服务（毕 业证、成 绩单、学 位证、学 历 认 证全套办理）The old man was thin and gaunt with deep wrinkles in the back of his neck. The brown blotches3 of the benevolent4 skin cancer the sun brings from its reflection on the tropic sea were on his cheeks. The blotches ran well down the sides of his face and his hands had the deep-creased scars from handling heavy fish on the cords. But none of these scars were fresh. They were as old as erosions in a fishless desert. "If you‘re not tired, fish," "you must be very strange.

一比一原版加拿大不列颠哥伦比亚 大学 毕 业证办理成 绩单修改QV/1954 292 140) 挂科、不想读、拿不到文凭、专业为无法毕业的留学生服务（毕 业证、成 绩单、学 位证、学 历 认 证全套办理）The old man was thin and gaunt with deep wrinkles in the back of his neck. The brown blotches3 of the benevolent4 skin cancer the sun brings from its reflection on the tropic sea were on his cheeks. The blotches ran well down the sides of his face and his hands had the deep-creased scars from handling heavy fish on the cords. But none of these scars were fresh. They were as old as erosions in a fishless desert. "If you‘re not tired, fish," "you must be very strange.

I saw Dinocrates going out from a gloomy place, where also there were several others, and he was parched and very thirsty, with a filthy countenance and pallid color, and the wound on his face which he had when he died. This Dinocrates had been my brother after the flesh, seven years of age, who died miserably with disease — his face being so eaten out with cancer, that his death caused repugnance to all men. For him I had made my prayer, and between him and me there was a large interval, so that neither of us could approach to the other. And moreover, in the same place where Dinocrates was, there was a pool full of water, having its brink higher than was the stature of the boy; and Dinocrates raised himself up as if to drink. And I was grieved that, although that pool held water, still, on account of the height to its brink, he could not drink. And I was upset, and knew that my brother was in suffering. But I trusted that my prayer would bring help to his suffering; and I prayed for him every day until we passed over into the prison of the camp, for we were to fight in the camp-show. Then was the birthday of Geta Cæsar, and I made my prayer for my brother day and night, groaning and weeping that he might be granted to me. 4. Then, on the day on which we remained in fetters, this was shown to me. I saw that that place which I had formerly observed to be in gloom was now bright; and Dinocrates, with a clean body well clad, was finding refreshment. And where there had been a wound, I saw a scar; and that pool which I had before seen, I saw now with its margin lowered even to the boy's navel. And one drew water from the pool incessantly, and upon its brink was a goblet filled with water; and Dinocrates drew near and began to drink from it, and the goblet did not fail. And when he was satisfied, he went away from the water to play joyously, after the manner of children, and I awoke. Then I understood that he was translated from the place of punishment. Perpetua is Again Tempted by Her Father.

一比一原版加拿大温尼伯格 大学 毕 业证办理成 绩单修改(QV/1954 292 140) 挂科、不想读、拿不到文凭、专业为无法毕业的留学生服务（毕 业证、成 绩单、学 位证、学 历 认 证全套办理）The old man was thin and gaunt with deep wrinkles in the back of his neck. The brown blotches3 of the benevolent4 skin cancer the sun brings from its reflection on the tropic sea were on his cheeks. The blotches ran well down the sides of his face and his hands had the deep-creased scars from handling heavy fish on the cords. But none of these scars were fresh. They were as old as erosions in a fishless desert. "If you‘re not tired, fish," "you must be very strange.

一比一原版加拿大麦吉尔 大学 毕 业证办理成 绩单修改(QV/1954 292 140) 挂科、不想读、拿不到文凭、专业为无法毕业的留学生服务（毕 业证、成 绩单、学 位证、学 历 认 证全套办理）The old man was thin and gaunt with deep wrinkles in the back of his neck. The brown blotches3 of the benevolent4 skin cancer the sun brings from its reflection on the tropic sea were on his cheeks. The blotches ran well down the sides of his face and his hands had the deep-creased scars from handling heavy fish on the cords. But none of these scars were fresh. They were as old as erosions in a fishless desert. "If you‘re not tired, fish," "you must be very strange.

一比一原版加拿大亚岗昆 学院 毕 业证办理成 绩单(QV/1954 292 140) 挂科、不想读、拿不到文凭、专业为无法毕业的留学生服务（毕 业证、成 绩单、学 位证、学 历 认 证全套办理）The old man was thin and gaunt with deep wrinkles in the back of his neck. The brown blotches3 of the benevolent4 skin cancer the sun brings from its reflection on the tropic sea were on his cheeks. The blotches ran well down the sides of his face and his hands had the deep-creased scars from handling heavy fish on the cords. But none of these scars were fresh. They were as old as erosions in a fishless desert. "If you‘re not tired, fish," "you must be very strange.

一比一原版加拿大卡毕兰诺 大学 毕 业证办理成 绩单修改(QV/1954 292 140) 挂科、不想读、拿不到文凭、专业为无法毕业的留学生服务（毕 业证、成 绩单、学 位证、学 历 认 证全套办理）The old man was thin and gaunt with deep wrinkles in the back of his neck. The brown blotches3 of the benevolent4 skin cancer the sun brings from its reflection on the tropic sea were on his cheeks. The blotches ran well down the sides of his face and his hands had the deep-creased scars from handling heavy fish on the cords. But none of these scars were fresh. They were as old as erosions in a fishless desert. "If you‘re not tired, fish," "you must be very strange.

一比一原版加拿大里贾纳 大学 毕 业证办理成 绩单修改(QV/1954 292 140) 挂科、不想读、拿不到文凭、专业为无法毕业的留学生服务（毕 业证、成 绩单、学 位证、学 历 认 证全套办理）The old man was thin and gaunt with deep wrinkles in the back of his neck. The brown blotches3 of the benevolent4 skin cancer the sun brings from its reflection on the tropic sea were on his cheeks. The blotches ran well down the sides of his face and his hands had the deep-creased scars from handling heavy fish on the cords. But none of these scars were fresh. They were as old as erosions in a fishless desert. "If you‘re not tired, fish," "you must be very strange.

一比一原版加拿大尼亚加拉 学院 毕 业证办理成 绩单(QV/1954 292 140) 挂科、不想读、拿不到文凭、专业为无法毕业的留学生服务（毕 业证、成 绩单、学 位证、学 历 认 证全套办理）The old man was thin and gaunt with deep wrinkles in the back of his neck. The brown blotches3 of the benevolent4 skin cancer the sun brings from its reflection on the tropic sea were on his cheeks. The blotches ran well down the sides of his face and his hands had the deep-creased scars from handling heavy fish on the cords. But none of these scars were fresh. They were as old as erosions in a fishless desert. "If you‘re not tired, fish," "you must be very strange.

一比一原版加拿大皇家 大 学毕 业证办理成 绩单修改(QV/1954 292 140) 挂科、不想读、拿不到文凭、专业为无法毕业的留学生服务（毕 业证、成 绩单、学 位证、学 历 认 证全套办理）The old man was thin and gaunt with deep wrinkles in the back of his neck. The brown blotches3 of the benevolent4 skin cancer the sun brings from its reflection on the tropic sea were on his cheeks. The blotches ran well down the sides of his face and his hands had the deep-creased scars from handling heavy fish on the cords. But none of these scars were fresh. They were as old as erosions in a fishless desert. "If you‘re not tired, fish," "you must be very strange.

一比一原版加拿大纽芬兰纪念 大 学 毕 业证办理成 绩单修改(QV/1954 292 140) 挂科、不想读、拿不到文凭、专业为无法毕业的留学生服务（毕 业证、成 绩单、学 位证、学 历 认 证全套办理）The old man was thin and gaunt with deep wrinkles in the back of his neck. The brown blotches3 of the benevolent4 skin cancer the sun brings from its reflection on the tropic sea were on his cheeks. The blotches ran well down the sides of his face and his hands had the deep-creased scars from handling heavy fish on the cords. But none of these scars were fresh. They were as old as erosions in a fishless desert. "If you‘re not tired, fish," "you must be very strange.

一比一原版加拿大拉瓦尔 大学 毕 业证办理成 绩单修改(QV/1954 292 140) 挂科、不想读、拿不到文凭、专业为无法毕业的留学生服务（毕 业证、成 绩单、学 位证、学 历 认 证全套办理）The old man was thin and gaunt with deep wrinkles in the back of his neck. The brown blotches3 of the benevolent4 skin cancer the sun brings from its reflection on the tropic sea were on his cheeks. The blotches ran well down the sides of his face and his hands had the deep-creased scars from handling heavy fish on the cords. But none of these scars were fresh. They were as old as erosions in a fishless desert. "If you‘re not tired, fish," "you must be very strange.

一比一原版加拿大达尔豪斯 大学 毕 业证办理成 绩单修改(QV/1954 292 140) 挂科、不想读、拿不到文凭、专业为无法毕业的留学生服务（毕 业证、成 绩单、学 位证、学 历 认 证全套办理）The old man was thin and gaunt with deep wrinkles in the back of his neck. The brown blotches3 of the benevolent4 skin cancer the sun brings from its reflection on the tropic sea were on his cheeks. The blotches ran well down the sides of his face and his hands had the deep-creased scars from handling heavy fish on the cords. But none of these scars were fresh. They were as old as erosions in a fishless desert. "If you‘re not tired, fish," "you must be very strange.

一比一原版加拿大圣弗朗西斯泽维尔 大学 毕 业证办理成 绩单修改(QV/1954 292 140) 挂科、不想读、拿不到文凭、专业为无法毕业的留学生服务（毕 业证、成 绩单、学 位证、学 历 认 证全套办理）The old man was thin and gaunt with deep wrinkles in the back of his neck. The brown blotches3 of the benevolent4 skin cancer the sun brings from its reflection on the tropic sea were on his cheeks. The blotches ran well down the sides of his face and his hands had the deep-creased scars from handling heavy fish on the cords. But none of these scars were fresh. They were as old as erosions in a fishless desert. "If you‘re not tired, fish," "you must be very strange.

一比一原版加拿大爱德华王子岛 大学 毕 业证办理成 绩单修改(QV/1954 292 140) 挂科、不想读、拿不到文凭、专业为无法毕业的留学生服务（毕 业证、成 绩单、学 位证、学 历 认 证全套办理）The old man was thin and gaunt with deep wrinkles in the back of his neck. The brown blotches3 of the benevolent4 skin cancer the sun brings from its reflection on the tropic sea were on his cheeks. The blotches ran well down the sides of his face and his hands had the deep-creased scars from handling heavy fish on the cords. But none of these scars were fresh. They were as old as erosions in a fishless desert. "If you‘re not tired, fish," "you must be very strange.

一比一原版加拿大莱斯布里奇 大学 毕 业证办理成 绩单修改(QV/1954 292 140) 挂科、不想读、拿不到文凭、专业为无法毕业的留学生服务（毕 业证、成 绩单、学 位证、学 历 认 证全套办理）The old man was thin and gaunt with deep wrinkles in the back of his neck. The brown blotches3 of the benevolent4 skin cancer the sun brings from its reflection on the tropic sea were on his cheeks. The blotches ran well down the sides of his face and his hands had the deep-creased scars from handling heavy fish on the cords. But none of these scars were fresh. They were as old as erosions in a fishless desert. "If you‘re not tired, fish," "you must be very strange.

Red Light Therapy (RLT) is also a new alternative method of healing the body from protocol side effects and helps with external scarring. It is still in its infancy stage, yet deserves more delving into the research that is being done. It appears to be safe and unlike Ultraviolet light, may prove to be an option to help alleviate internal fibrotic tissue.

一比一原版加拿大曼尼托巴 大学 毕 业证办理成 绩单修改(QV/1954 292 140) 挂科、不想读、拿不到文凭、专业为无法毕业的留学生服务（毕 业证、成 绩单、学 位证、学 历 认 证全套办理）The old man was thin and gaunt with deep wrinkles in the back of his neck. The brown blotches3 of the benevolent4 skin cancer the sun brings from its reflection on the tropic sea were on his cheeks. The blotches ran well down the sides of his face and his hands had the deep-creased scars from handling heavy fish on the cords. But none of these scars were fresh. They were as old as erosions in a fishless desert. "If you‘re not tired, fish," "you must be very strange.

一比一原版加拿大蒙特利尔 大学 毕 业证办理成 绩单修改(QV/1954 292 140) 挂科、不想读、拿不到文凭、专业为无法毕业的留学生服务（毕 业证、成 绩单、学 位证、学 历 认 证全套办理）The old man was thin and gaunt with deep wrinkles in the back of his neck. The brown blotches3 of the benevolent4 skin cancer the sun brings from its reflection on the tropic sea were on his cheeks. The blotches ran well down the sides of his face and his hands had the deep-creased scars from handling heavy fish on the cords. But none of these scars were fresh. They were as old as erosions in a fishless desert. "If you‘re not tired, fish," "you must be very strange.

一比一原版加拿大不列颠海角 大学 毕 业证办理成 绩单修改(QV/1954 292 140) 挂科、不想读、拿不到文凭、专业为无法毕业的留学生服务（毕 业证、成 绩单、学 位证、学 历 认 证全套办理）The old man was thin and gaunt with deep wrinkles in the back of his neck. The brown blotches3 of the benevolent4 skin cancer the sun brings from its reflection on the tropic sea were on his cheeks. The blotches ran well down the sides of his face and his hands had the deep-creased scars from handling heavy fish on the cords. But none of these scars were fresh. They were as old as erosions in a fishless desert. "If you‘re not tired, fish," "you must be very strange.

一比一原版加拿大圣玛丽 大学 毕 业证办理成 绩单修改(QV/1954 292 140) 挂科、不想读、拿不到文凭、专业为无法毕业的留学生服务（毕 业证、成 绩单、学 位证、学 历 认 证全套办理）The old man was thin and gaunt with deep wrinkles in the back of his neck. The brown blotches3 of the benevolent4 skin cancer the sun brings from its reflection on the tropic sea were on his cheeks. The blotches ran well down the sides of his face and his hands had the deep-creased scars from handling heavy fish on the cords. But none of these scars were fresh. They were as old as erosions in a fishless desert. "If you‘re not tired, fish," "you must be very strange.

一比一原版加拿大魁北克 大 学 毕 业证办理成 绩单修改(QV/1954 292 140) 挂科、不想读、拿不到文凭、专业为无法毕业的留学生服务（毕 业证、成 绩单、学 位证、学 历 认 证全套办理）The old man was thin and gaunt with deep wrinkles in the back of his neck. The brown blotches3 of the benevolent4 skin cancer the sun brings from its reflection on the tropic sea were on his cheeks. The blotches ran well down the sides of his face and his hands had the deep-creased scars from handling heavy fish on the cords. But none of these scars were fresh. They were as old as erosions in a fishless desert. "If you‘re not tired, fish," "you must be very strange.

一比一原版加拿大昆特仑理工 大学 毕 业证办理成 绩单修改(QV/1954 292 140) 挂科、不想读、拿不到文凭、专业为无法毕业的留学生服务（毕 业证、成 绩单、学 位证、学 历 认 证全套办理）The old man was thin and gaunt with deep wrinkles in the back of his neck. The brown blotches3 of the benevolent4 skin cancer the sun brings from its reflection on the tropic sea were on his cheeks. The blotches ran well down the sides of his face and his hands had the deep-creased scars from handling heavy fish on the cords. But none of these scars were fresh. They were as old as erosions in a fishless desert. "If you‘re not tired, fish," "you must be very strange.

Etoposide came from the fruit of the poisonous mayapple. Bleomycin, which could scar lungs without warning, was an antibiotic derived from a mold. “Did we believe we were going to cure cancer with these chemicals?

Grief's not like a cancer, doesn't go when the operation's done and the darkness is out. It's a knife wound. Take out the blade and you still go the bleeding, wait long enough, and it turns to a scar, but it's always with you the rest of your life.

dear reader, learn this: Never have an operation on any part of your body without asking a plastic surgeon to come stand by in the operating room and keep an eye out. Because even if you are being operated on for something serious or potentially serious, even if you honestly believe that your health is more important than vanity, even if you wake up in the hospital room thrilled beyond imagining that it wasn’t cancer, even if you feel elated, grateful to be alive, full of blinding insight about what’s important and what’s not, even if you vow to be eternally joyful about being on the planet Earth and promise never to complain about anything ever again, I promise you that one day soon, sooner than you can imagine, you will look in the mirror and think, I hate this scar.

There are countless people I love who are radically altered by their course of treatment, losing more than hair and eyelashes, some marked by ragged scars or amputated limbs. Ours are small, personal losses.

For me, my scars are an honorable reminder that I may be a casualty in the cosmic war against radiation, animal fat, air pollution, McDonald’s hamburgers and Red Dye No. 2, but the fight is still going on, and I am still a part of it. I refuse to have my scars hidden or trivialized behind lambswool or silicone gel. I refuse to be reduced in my own eyes or in the eyes of others from warrior to mere victim, simply because it might render me a fraction more acceptable or less dangerous to the still complacent, those who believe if you cover up a problem it ceases to exist. I refuse to hide my body simply because it might make a woman-phobic world more comfortable.

Have courage, dear grandson,' you said, your eyes meeting mine, 'we'll beat this cancer yet.' Many years after it took you, a part of me still thinks you can beat it. A part of me knows that you did.

Oxidation burns things gradually and steadily. Just as oxidation causes metal to rust and apple flesh to brown, it damages cells throughout the body by zapping DNA, scarring the walls of arteries, inactivating enzymes, and mangling proteins. Paradoxically, the more oxygen we use, the more we generate reactive oxygen species, so theoretically vigorous physical activities that consume lots of oxygen should accelerate senescence. A related driver of senescence is mitochondrial dysfunction. Mitochondria are the tiny power plants in cells that burn fuel with oxygen to generate energy (ATP). Cells in energy-hungry organs like muscles, the liver, and the brain can have thousands of mitochondria. Because mitochondria have their own DNA, they also play a role in regulating cell function, and they produce proteins that help protect against diseases like diabetes and cancer.29 Mitochondria, however, burn oxygen, creating reactive oxygen species that, unchecked, cause self-inflicted damage. When mitochondria cease to function properly or dwindle in number, they cause senescence and illness.30

Patients diagnosed with cancer and treated with our multisdisciplinary approaches are knocked down physically and emotionally, but they pick themselves up off the canvas and struggle on. They carry the reminders of the acute and chronic side effects from cytotoxic chemotheraly and radiation-induced skin and functional-organ changes. They endure the scars, complications and impairments imposed by the blades of surgical oncologists like me. Though sometimes they want to, they don't leave. They remain. They maintain. I respect the effort, the invincible spirit, and the patients, who don't give a damn about the odds or probabilities, they are going out swinging. We are tag-team partners in oncology, entering the ring to attack cancer with every move and method we know. Hell, I'll even throw a few chairs if it will help.

Eventually fibrosis (some scar tissue) becomes cirrhosis (much more scar tissue). Cirrhosis prevents the liver from performing critical functions, including managing infections, absorbing nutrients, and removing toxins from the blood. This can result in liver cancer and type-2 diabetes.86 Twenty-five percent of heavy drinkers will develop cirrhosis.87

Not one but many Djunas descended the staircase of the barge, one layer formed by the parents, the childhood, another molded by her profession and her friends, still another born of history geology, climate, race, economics, and all the backgrounds and backdrops, the sky and nature of the earth, the pure sources of birth, the influence of a tree, a word dropped carelessly, an image seen, and all the corrupted sources: books, art, dogmas, tainted friendships, and all the places where a human being is wounded... People add up their physical mishaps, the stubbed toes, the cut finger, the burn scar, the fever, the cancer, the microbe, the infection, the wounds and broken bones. They never add up the accumulated bruises and scars of the inner lining, forming a complete universe of reactions, a reflected world through which no event could take place without being subjected to a personal private interpretation, through this kaleidoscope of memory, through the peculiar formation of the psyche's sensitive photographic plates, to this assemblage of emotional chemicals through which every word, every event, every experience is filtered, digested, deformed, before it is projected again upon people and relationships.

A complete massage is a great idea for any animal that has genetic conditions affecting circulation, behavior, or musculature, or an animal that is aging and suffering from arthritic changes, has scarring from trauma or recent surgery, or has circulation compromised by heart disease, cancer, or growths. Even without these factors, massage can work wonders—it’ll make for a happy pet.

一比一原版皇后 大学 毕 业证办理成 绩单(QV/956290760) 挂科、不想读、拿不到文凭、专业为无法毕业的留学生服务（毕 业证、成 绩单、学 位证、学 历 认 证全套办理）The old man was thin and gaunt with deep wrinkles in the back of his neck. The brown blotches3 of the benevolent4 skin cancer the sun brings from its reflection on the tropic sea were on his cheeks. The blotches ran well down the sides of his face and his hands had the deep-creased scars from handling heavy fish on the cords. But none of these scars were fresh. They were as old as erosions in a fishless desert.

The man I loved most in this world left me suddenly, without warning. The catastrophic scar was still deep and raw when my mother died of cancer.

When I look at my scars, they are my daily reminder that I have work to do ad it it the best work of my life - taking care of myself.