Am I the only one that finds the blog section of the site a bit... odd?
I mean, many of the posts are repeat stories or events, and the whole thing reads like a bot that was designed to post boilerplate about the guy and his wife. Consistently, for the past several months, it's been Jen this, Jen that...
I'm not trying to not be empathic. It's just that it seems so... staged. Set intervals and patterns of pictures, along with these patterned "I miss her so much." and then immediately after "Be sure to buy my book!"
I know that emotion is hard to convey in text... but I don't know. Something just doesn't feel right.
Very touching. My own wife (at 33) was diagnosed with breast cancer this year, but I feel almost guilty to say everything turned out okay (we believe).
The disease is a motherfucker. I can't imagine watching someone I love going through the later stages, unable to protect them.
Don't feel guilty. Though if you haven't had kids yet and both of you want them, I hope you spoke to her oncologist about how to deal. If not, young survival coalition has some information on fertility and BC
... but I'd rather avoid anything that would reminds me of this horrible disease.
I think I understand this, but I fear this or similar feelings lead people to react with either disgust or avoidance when encountering chemo patients out in the world.
I can only image what it must be like to try to go about a pale version of your normal life, and have people avoiding eye contact or moving away.
I do understand your reaction. However, the fact that he can extract such beauty from utter despair is a testament to the human spirit. It might not be uplifting in a simple sense and it might not serve some immediate tangible purpose (raise money/awareness perhaps ?) but I did feel the series was worthwhile and deserving of attention.
I just can't imagine what it would be to suffer from a cancer. This is a horrible thing. A lot of pills and a lot of radiation treatment and watching yourself getting ___. I just can't even think about it. Rest in peace and I hope your husband will be happier now.
At a previous job, I helped out on the web side for a photojournalist who spent a year documenting a mom and her young son's last year fighting cancer.
I saw those photos countless times up to production, and even years later when I come across them (the project won a Pulitzer and so is occasionally linked to today) I'll still tear up. It's funny that the blogspam title for the OP says the "The Last 3 Photos Destroyed Me"...In photoseries like these, I always find the photos of the patients struggling to live yet knowing the end is near to be much more heartwrenching than photos after the death.
what can I say? Disease is such a sad part of humanity. What a shame we can't eradicate it. People are having so many children in poorer parts just because they know not many will make it, from either disease or poverty, thinning out our resources even further. When will it stop?
When will captialism be thrown under the rug so that real medical and scientific progress can erupt?
I think that photo did it for me. Just the contrast between people with a smile on their face going about their everyday life, and someone a few feet away fighting for their life.
These pictures are beautiful, and I wish I had thought of doing this as well. As someone who has seen this disease run its course on a loved one, they brought back a lot of memories. Especially the effect chemo and a mastectomy usually has on that someone and their family. From losing their hair to having a swollen face due to retention of water, to being bedbound etc. The last 3 pictures are unfortunately all too familiar.
It's upon seeing things like this I wonder what I'm doing with my life. Am I really making the world a better place? Am I really making life better? With software? I feel I have so much but have really and truly contributed back so little.
This touches a personal chord. My dad recently died of IPF and while its not in the same category as cancer I'd say its a terrible journey to have a disease that literally takes your breath away, and not in a good way.
I personally understood how support systems fail, how folks would rather always hear that you are getting better but with IPF - you only get worse. IPF is as common in the US as breast cancer, the difference being that it is 100% fatal in 2-5 years on average. (Lung transplants can improve longevity but eventually fail)
This person's story is deeply meaningful and told in a profoundly beautiful way. I wish I could tell my dad's story with IPF in a similar way. I'm trying to spread awareness with a blog on IPF and by donating to the pulmonary fibrosis foundation, just wondering about what else I could do. Awareness is super important!
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The traffic needs to go to the source page, not this bottom-feeder site.
I mean, many of the posts are repeat stories or events, and the whole thing reads like a bot that was designed to post boilerplate about the guy and his wife. Consistently, for the past several months, it's been Jen this, Jen that...
I'm not trying to not be empathic. It's just that it seems so... staged. Set intervals and patterns of pictures, along with these patterned "I miss her so much." and then immediately after "Be sure to buy my book!"
I know that emotion is hard to convey in text... but I don't know. Something just doesn't feel right.
The disease is a motherfucker. I can't imagine watching someone I love going through the later stages, unable to protect them.
Now back to my regularly scheduled trolling.
http://www.youngsurvival.org/
Actually really I'm not sure if anything helps that much, which is just as depressing..
I think I understand this, but I fear this or similar feelings lead people to react with either disgust or avoidance when encountering chemo patients out in the world.
I can only image what it must be like to try to go about a pale version of your normal life, and have people avoiding eye contact or moving away.
I find that contemplating the pain in this straightforward way prevents it from growing into some kind of monster in your memories.
http://www.pulitzer.org/archives/8358
I saw those photos countless times up to production, and even years later when I come across them (the project won a Pulitzer and so is occasionally linked to today) I'll still tear up. It's funny that the blogspam title for the OP says the "The Last 3 Photos Destroyed Me"...In photoseries like these, I always find the photos of the patients struggling to live yet knowing the end is near to be much more heartwrenching than photos after the death.
what can I say? Disease is such a sad part of humanity. What a shame we can't eradicate it. People are having so many children in poorer parts just because they know not many will make it, from either disease or poverty, thinning out our resources even further. When will it stop?
When will captialism be thrown under the rug so that real medical and scientific progress can erupt?
I think that photo did it for me. Just the contrast between people with a smile on their face going about their everyday life, and someone a few feet away fighting for their life.
Far too many of these posts lately.
I personally understood how support systems fail, how folks would rather always hear that you are getting better but with IPF - you only get worse. IPF is as common in the US as breast cancer, the difference being that it is 100% fatal in 2-5 years on average. (Lung transplants can improve longevity but eventually fail)
This person's story is deeply meaningful and told in a profoundly beautiful way. I wish I could tell my dad's story with IPF in a similar way. I'm trying to spread awareness with a blog on IPF and by donating to the pulmonary fibrosis foundation, just wondering about what else I could do. Awareness is super important!
IPF - Idiopathic Pulmonary Fibrosis - http://en.m.wikipedia.org/wiki/Idiopathic_pulmonary_fibrosis