Stop! Break it down...
domo arigato, meester roboto, domo arigato, meester roboto...
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Urmean, you have the a working Dio Brando character for MUGEN? How pathetic.
I have the Playstation game of Jojo's Bizarre Adventures. The 'real' one.
I have the Playstation game of Jojo's Bizarre Adventures. The 'real' one.
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Heh heh. Really?
Google what, Rockman.EXE?
And here I only thought we were just the top-rated Megaman RP.
Google what, Rockman.EXE?
And here I only thought we were just the top-rated Megaman RP.
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yeah, google rockman.EXE rogue network and that's what you get...
Well of course this is what you get...
That's the name of this forum. XD
I doubt there's much anything else bearing that name.
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You just reminded me of eggs.
My sister used to play this thing incessantly.
I can recite the cursed lyrics from memory...
Someone kill me right now!
My sister used to play this thing incessantly.
I can recite the cursed lyrics from memory...
Someone kill me right now!
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You just reminded me of eggs.
My sister used to play this thing incessantly.
I can recite the cursed lyrics from memory...
Someone kill me right now!
Granted, <slices Savage King in half savagely with a savage knife stolen savagely from a savage>
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I guess I need to write down the full story...
September 2005, another day I didn't go to school. I had some problems with my body and finally decided to go to the doctor close by us. I told him about the problems I've had and was almost sure it was something harmless. He checked my body, especially the parts where it hurt. Not to disgust people, but I will tell what was wrong with my body. One of my testicles had grown a lot in comparison to the other, was solid and hard like a rock and it hurt constantly...
A few minutes of checking me around some more, he finally come to a conclusion. I had to go to a hospital with emergency because he suspected I had cancer. Testicular cancer.
At the hospital, I had to give them blood and a few x-ray pictures of my lungs. I even went through one of those tubes to x-ray your entire body. The one where you have to drink an almost solid water like substance to make the organs visible on the x-ray picture. Eventually I was guided to an expert on the matter who'd fill me in with the results. I had, indeed, testicular cancer and had to be operated immediately.
There are a lot of thoughts going through your mind the second you hear someone say "You have cancer." Will I die? What will happen now? What will change? It helps to hear you have around 90% of surviving the treatment and cancer. We were quickly at it so it could have even be 100% chance of surviving it. The doctor said to me, and I quote, I had 98% chance of surviving it all. That helped a lot.
The operation went by like it was nothing at all for me since I was completely under narcosis. When I woke up I had a lot of various things sticking in me... Well, two only. A drain for blood that could come from the place my testicle was removed from and a tube into my arm for a constant supply for water. Apologies for putting it so rude, but I don't know all medical terms in English. The operation was succesfull and all and I had a large mark on my lower right stomach where they went in for my testicle. The mark is still visible...
After that, a lot of testing happened. Giving blood once a week while going for a full check up once each two weeks. Things seemed to go well, the amount of bad cells in my body went downwards. Again, I'm not an expert so I don't know the details and how it all is called in medical terms. But it started to getter worse for me again. I had to get operated again before it would spread around my body completely. A few cells in my lower right body were still infested with cancer, thus had to be removed.
Now I'm sitting here and thinking of actually finishing this story... I can't remember if chemotherapy came first or the second operation... I apologize once again for not finishing the story right now. I need my mother to fill me in on the details I forgot.
If you've read this all, you may have ideas of that it had been an awful experience. It wasn't. I can have my parents, relatives and even my ex-girlfriend tell you that I smiled through all procedures. I did not write this to be seen by you all as a sad boy that has had cancer when he was 19 years old. I wrote this because there is a member on this forum who doesn't believe I've really had cancer. It doesn't hurt me when someone uses cancer to swear at someone. It doesn't hurt me when someone laughs at me because I've had cancer.
But it does hurt me when someone refuses to acknowledge the fact that I've had testicular cancer.
That is all... I'll shut up now or continue with the story when I got more details.[/color]
September 2005, another day I didn't go to school. I had some problems with my body and finally decided to go to the doctor close by us. I told him about the problems I've had and was almost sure it was something harmless. He checked my body, especially the parts where it hurt. Not to disgust people, but I will tell what was wrong with my body. One of my testicles had grown a lot in comparison to the other, was solid and hard like a rock and it hurt constantly...
A few minutes of checking me around some more, he finally come to a conclusion. I had to go to a hospital with emergency because he suspected I had cancer. Testicular cancer.
At the hospital, I had to give them blood and a few x-ray pictures of my lungs. I even went through one of those tubes to x-ray your entire body. The one where you have to drink an almost solid water like substance to make the organs visible on the x-ray picture. Eventually I was guided to an expert on the matter who'd fill me in with the results. I had, indeed, testicular cancer and had to be operated immediately.
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Testicular cancer is a type of cancer that develops in the testicles, a part of the male reproductive system. In the United States, about 8,000 to 9,000 diagnoses of testicular cancer are made each year. Over his lifetime, a man's chance of getting testicular cancer is roughly 1 in 250 (four tenths of one percent, or 0.4%). It is most common among males aged 15-40 years. Testicular cancer has one of the highest cure rates of all cancers: in excess of 90%; essentially 100% if it has not spread. Even for the relatively few cases in which the cancer has spread widely, chemotherapy offers a cure rate of at least 50%.
There are a lot of thoughts going through your mind the second you hear someone say "You have cancer." Will I die? What will happen now? What will change? It helps to hear you have around 90% of surviving the treatment and cancer. We were quickly at it so it could have even be 100% chance of surviving it. The doctor said to me, and I quote, I had 98% chance of surviving it all. That helped a lot.
The operation went by like it was nothing at all for me since I was completely under narcosis. When I woke up I had a lot of various things sticking in me... Well, two only. A drain for blood that could come from the place my testicle was removed from and a tube into my arm for a constant supply for water. Apologies for putting it so rude, but I don't know all medical terms in English. The operation was succesfull and all and I had a large mark on my lower right stomach where they went in for my testicle. The mark is still visible...
After that, a lot of testing happened. Giving blood once a week while going for a full check up once each two weeks. Things seemed to go well, the amount of bad cells in my body went downwards. Again, I'm not an expert so I don't know the details and how it all is called in medical terms. But it started to getter worse for me again. I had to get operated again before it would spread around my body completely. A few cells in my lower right body were still infested with cancer, thus had to be removed.
Now I'm sitting here and thinking of actually finishing this story... I can't remember if chemotherapy came first or the second operation... I apologize once again for not finishing the story right now. I need my mother to fill me in on the details I forgot.
If you've read this all, you may have ideas of that it had been an awful experience. It wasn't. I can have my parents, relatives and even my ex-girlfriend tell you that I smiled through all procedures. I did not write this to be seen by you all as a sad boy that has had cancer when he was 19 years old. I wrote this because there is a member on this forum who doesn't believe I've really had cancer. It doesn't hurt me when someone uses cancer to swear at someone. It doesn't hurt me when someone laughs at me because I've had cancer.
But it does hurt me when someone refuses to acknowledge the fact that I've had testicular cancer.
That is all... I'll shut up now or continue with the story when I got more details.[/color]