I don't want to just disappear the way some people do online, so I'm making this post.
Short story: I'm dying--I have a year at best.
In September of last year, I was diagnosed with stage 4 bladder cancer, and I'd started chemo with high hopes for effective treatment and eventual recovery (as did the doctors, because I am "so young"). Halfway through chemo, things looked promising, and although there were fast-growing tumors in my pelvis, they'd shrunk by about half after three cycles of treatment. In April, the tumors began to outpace the treatment. The cancer has grown in such a way as to form malignant bowel obstructions that bring my digestive system to a stop, and I'm currently being fed almost completely by IV. We haven't really found a way that I can eat solid food that doesn't eventually cause intense pain.
The oncologist, GI, and radiotherapy teams have informed me that the tumors in my abdomen are aggressive to the point of being inoperable, and even if the radiation/chemo combo gets them under control that that may only extend my life another few months.
There *will* be more damage to my intestines from the radiation, which will draw things down to a point where we'll have to decide if suffering the treatment is worth it or whether I want to actually *live* the last time I have.
To all the friends and mutuals I've made here: I've enjoyed my time sharing and learning cool things with you. It is no exaggeration to say that tumblr changed my life in many ways.
Please take care of yourselves. This post isn't goodbye; I'll stay here as long as I can, and hopefully, my queue will hold my memory for a little bit after, as I have some far-flung dates in that guy. I'll be leaving the keys to my account to my sister (who is a tumblr ex-native) to make the final announcement after I'm gone.




















