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Today is about admiring the flawless bikini body of @rosanna_davison
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It’s amazing where an office conversation about what’s the most insulting thing to call someone ends up. It ended in an infographic: A friendly guide to unfriendly language.
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How exactly does meditation affect your body?
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Every cold January morning deserves some @RozannaPurcell hotness to get the blood flowing
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This Is What It Feels Like to Have Cancer at 20 Years Old
"In some ways, what you have is treatable—though we don’t really use the term ‘cure,’" sighed the hematologist. “‘Remission’ is much more appropriate."
There I was, listening to my consultant ramble on about semantics, waiting to hear whether or not I was going to die. I was another 20-year-old winner of the cancer lottery, one of the seven young people diagnosed with cancer in the UK every day. This was my day. What had previously been a statistic on a GP’s waiting room wall had become my reality. My frankly very disappointing reality.
Aside from the whole life-threatening disease thing, everything had actually been going pretty well for me. I’d been in my first serious relationship for three-and-a-half months and had settled happily into British life as an exchange student, over from my native France.
In retrospect, this probably made the news slightly harder to stomach. For the first time I had someone whose happiness I valued over my own, compounding the anxiety I was already feeling. I also had an inkling that the impending treatment might put the stoppers on my usual regime of going to house parties and generally having fun without having to think about what was coming the next morning—whether it would involve a needle in my arm or a scalpel or a massive machine making loud clicking noises while I laid inside, acutely aware of my own mortality.
And to think of how I’d ended up there: first, it was the swelling of a lymph node on the first day of summer. Then the local GP failing to acknowledge that something was wrong. Twice.
Then I did the sensible thing and tried to diagnose myself on the internet. For once, what I read was reassuring: nine times out of ten, said faceless strangers on a forum, swelling is just a symptom of a benign infection. However, just for peace of mind, I thought I’d pay one last visit to my GP to check that Dr. Google wasn’t bullshitting me—that there really wasn’t anything wrong with this ugly growth that had started to annex my neck.
I was eventually referred to A&E, where I underwent a couple of infection-related tests. A fortnight later, a phone call summoned me to the hospital. The results were negative. Serious causes would have to be considered. To properly consider these serious causes, it transpired, I’d have to spend extended periods of time under anesthetic/wearing ass-revealing hospital gowns/having bits of tissue cut out of me.
The author after a biopsy on his swollen lymph node
Weeks later, after being referred to a specialist in France, I was finally told what I could never resign myself to face, despite the fact the idea had been pawing away at the back of my mind for some time.
"It appears we have found abnormal cells during the biopsy. These are called Non-Hodgkin lymphoma cells. There are many different types of lymphoma. Yours is called diffuse large B-Cell."
The C word was dropped, uneasily.
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From Photos of the Week: 1/10-1/16, one of 35 photos. A fox runs past the door of 10 Downing Street in London on January 13, 2015. (Justin Tallis/AFP/Getty Images)
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@MerceyEdison appreciation day part 3 @tonyellisnyc #nsfw
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@MerceyEdison appreciation day continues #nsfw
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today is @MerceyEdison appreciation day tonyellisnyc #nsfw
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