#tumor

Please don't die. ↗

— Randy Pausch

#humor #inspirational #love #science #tumor

Fidelity is a living, breathing entity. On wobbly footing, it can wander, becoming something different entirely. ↗

— Kay Goodstadt

#brain-tumor #death #faith #food #gay

That's the trouble with being me. At this point, nobody gives a damn what my problem is. I could literally have a tumor on the side of my head and they'd be like, 'Yeah, big deal. I'd eat a tumor every morning for the kinda money you're pulling down.' ↗

— Jim Carrey

#big #big deal #could #damn #deal

I went in for an operation to remove a brain tumor. ↗

— Lou Gramm

#i #operation #remove #tumor #went

Millions of people die every day. Everyone's got to go sometime. I've came by this particular tumor honestly. If you smoke, which I did for many years very heavily with occasional interruption, and if you use alcohol, you make yourself a candidate for it in your sixties. ↗

— Christopher Hitchens

#came #candidate #day #did #die

Chemotherapy isn't good for you. So when you feel bad, as I am feeling now, you think, 'Well that is a good thing because it's supposed to be poison. If it's making the tumor feel this queasy, then I'm OK with it.' ↗

— Christopher Hitchens

#am #bad #because #chemotherapy #feel

The effect of power and publicity on all men is the aggravation of self, a sort of tumor that ends by killing the victim's sympathies. ↗

— Henry Adams

#effect #ends #killing #men #power

That's a tumor. It goes across my liver, up through my lungs, all the way around my heart. And when they were done trying to cut it out, nuke it out with radiation and chemotherapy it out, it left so much scar tissue that when I walk outside now in cold weather and take a deep breath, it feels like someone is stabbing me. ↗

— Eric Massa

#around #breath #chemotherapy #cold #cold weather

After the brain tumor happened, I realized I love acting, I've always loved it, I may never get a chance to do it again. ↗

— Mark Ruffalo

#after #again #always #brain #chance

My head ached. I was thinking of the pain, and wondering how it was possible for physical agony to be so intense. I had never imagined that such a torture could be endured. Yet here was I, both conscious and able to think clearly. And not only to think, but to observe the process and make calculations about it. The steel circle round my skull was closing in with faint cracking noises. How much farther could it shrink? I counted the cracking sounds. Since I took the triple dose of pain-killer, there had been two more. …I took out my watch and laid it on the table. “Give me morphia,” I said in a calm, hostile, icy tone. “You mustn’t take morphia! You know perfectly well. The very idea! And what are you doing with that watch?” “You will give me morphia within three minutes.” They looked me uneasily up and down. No one moved. Three minutes went by. Then ten more. I slipped the watch calmly into my pocket and rose unsteadily to my feet. “Then take me to the Fiakker Bar. They say it’s a good show, and to-night I want to enjoy myself.” The others jumped up with a feeling of relief. I never confessed the secret to anyone, either then or afterwards. I had made up my mind at the end of those three minutes — for the first and last time in my life — that if my headache had not stopped within the next ten I should throw myself under the nearest tram. It never came out whether I should have kept to my resolve, for the pain left with the suddenness of lighting. ↗

— Frigyes Karinthy

#headache #pain #suicide #imagination