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Hey everyone. I’m looking for some advice here—my grandfather is dealing with prostate cancer that’s spread to his bones and liver. Things actually look better regarding his liver, but the bone issues are getting worse. He hasn't done any hormone pills or chemo yet, but he’s been on these new experimental drugs, Xtandi, for about 10 days now. Honestly, he's having a rough time—his appetite is nonexistent, his digestion is a mess, and the pain is intense. On top of that, he started radiation again a few days ago. So, does anyone know if it's okay to combine cannabis oil with these experimental treatments? I'm not entirely sure if that's even the right thing to ask his doctor about.
Any bit of info would mean the world to us. Thanks in advance.
Hey there—I'm looking for a girl in San Francisco to hang out with. I'm 23. I actually have a boyfriend, but I’m just really missing that female friendship lately—either my friends live too far away or we've just grown apart and don't really vibe anymore. I don't get out as much as I used to, so meeting people is tough—plus, whenever I'm at a class or something, I tend to shut down because I'm pretty shy. I'd love to connect with someone who's into indie, alt rock, grunge, or electronic music (especially trip hop)—basically, a fellow bookworm and movie lover. Maybe we could catch a film, head out into nature, hit up some art galleries, or just have low-key hangouts at home. Ideally, someone a bit of a dreamer—someone who can talk about deep, meaningful stuff for hours 🙂
silvercyclist69 said:When you say it "gets to you," what does that actually look like? Do you find yourself engaging with those types of people, or do you just steer clear?
I can't help but wonder if that old saying, "birds of a feather flock together," actually holds true for everyone.
I try to avoid them—but honestly, the tricky part about adult life is that work and all those other obligations mean you're forced to cross paths with all sorts of people. You run into them at the office, even at family reunions and stuff.
I’ve definitely found that working on myself helps dial down the envy—but man, I’ve got another hurdle to clear. It absolutely kills me when someone who had a massive head start—like, they were born on third base while I was still trying to find the stadium—acts like they’re somehow smarter or better than me just because of where they started. It’s soul-crushing.