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About 2 months ago, I finally decided to be open with my mother about seeing an old but very loyal and wonderful boyfriend (known eachother and our families for 16 years! since highschool) he and I parted ways for about 7 but came back together naturally. He has been diagnosed with Pancreatic Cancer and has opted for holistic treatment. He left his family, friends and life in Cali to be with and I quote “the woman that I love, my best friend, and I just want to be happy for as long as I can”. At the same time I also FINALLY found my biological father, grandparents and extended family in Louisiana and another 1/2 brother. I should also note that both of my parents sent me to live with diff relatives off and on since I was 7 till I was about 16 years old because they were financially and lifewise irresponsible and I suffered (but never sent the other kids away). I am a people pleaser, a straight A student (now 30), a great home, EXCELLENT job, respect of coworkers and am a real sweetheart and have let my family use me for hundreds of thousands of dollars, in groceries, cell phones, bank accounts, bank loans, credit cards, gas money and everything else… So I guess what I want to know is after being open and honest letting her know exactly that my bf is living with me and I found my other family, she said ” I have no response, good luck”. and of late said ” Do you still have people living with you?” She has always controlled me and now she can’t, but I am remaining the bigger person (have not cut her off, keep her in the loop). Why is she punishing me and being so rude? and why do I feel guilty about trying to pry myself out of her control and truly be happy?
Been depressed for 10 years until my other fam and bf came into the picture now am happy and hopeful…

My best friend’s dad discovered he had pancreatic cancer this July. He seemed healthy and started chemo treatment this October. About a week ago, he started throwing up a lot of blood and had to be taken to the hospital, but then he came back home. But earlier this week, he was throwing up more blood and had to be rushed to the hospital. Yesterday, my friend got a call that her Dad had started throwing up more blood and he was still in the hospital. She visited him last night, but only her mother was let into the room. Then, today (Halloween), she called me this afternoon, saying her dad had died that morning.
I’m so sad and upset that it’s making me mad that God didn’t hear my prayers. I feel really betrayed by God and I want to be there for my friend so badly. Any ideas on how to help her get through this? And how could God do this? I don’t understand.

In the case of Social Security Disability benefits, at age 40 I began receiving them, with a prognosis of five years. That was twenty-one years ago, and my recertification reviews have proven the permanence of the disability. I’ve received the annual cost-of-living increases every year.
The cause was having survived pancreatic cancer, causing the necessity of a completely customized interior, involving the loss and rearrangment of several organs, one of which, the stomach, no longer performs its function, indeed permanent, and requiring digestive enzymes, in addition to problems developed since.
I can tell you the gratitude I feel for living in a country where such programs are in place for such rare events as this, and the degree to which I empathize with others whose disabilities aren’t apparent.
I’m sure Disability prognosed as five years was considered fair, and my survival beyond was a financial shock.

My husband has pancreatic cancer that has metastases to his splee, stomach, liver and his right thyroid node. The gemzar has failed him and the doc has given him 3-6 months. He refusing to use the cistaplatin with xelodo. Now my husband chest is swelling up on his right side. He’s saying that he’s whole chest is hurting him. I am beside myself on what to do next. He has also refused hospice. Any suggestions? Thanks

When my brother was still alive (died of pancreatic cancer), he had a tube inserted in his stomach. The doctors explained it was to keep something separate (I don’t know from what). If that tube moved, my brother would be dead.
Well, the tube moved and we rushed him to the hospital. Everything turned out to be okay, got fixed, and we were sent home after long hours at the hospital.
On our way out, we heard some people saying they wish the tube had moved!
I was like, “You wish my brother dead?! Well, up yours! Screw you! I hope you’re the ones who die!”
That night, those people got into a car accident. All dead. Did I kill them by wishing death on them? Was it my fault? Was I responsible for their deaths? Or was it merely a coincidence?