how could the same author who created our lord and savior reyna avila ramirez arellano have also created the most unnecessary and character-regressive tumor known as c aleo  

i just 

This post is a follow to my post about which blocks to avoid. On this post I will give you a bit of background on each brand of food and a few reasons as to why these are the best brands to feed your pet rats.
*Mazuri- Mazuri only has one formula which is best suited to young female rats. This is because one of the main ingredients is soybean meal which is believed to help prevent mammary tumors however this block is high in protein 23% which is why this block is suited to young female rats. Mazuri is vegetable based so if you are vegetarian or vegan this could be a good option for you to feed your pets without compromising their health.
In America you should be able to find this food at your local pet store.
*Oxbow- Oxbow has an adult and young rat formula. The adult rat formula has 15% protein while the young rat formula has 18%. Both Oxbow formulas are nutritionally complete and is low-fat to help maintain an appropriate weight. The young rat formula has added vitamins and minerals. For those of you interested in the first 5 ingredients for both formulas I’ve got a list here for you
Adult formula: Whole Brown Rice, Oat Groats, Wheat Bran, Wheat, and Soybean Meal.
In America you can get Oxbow easyly in pet stores however if you are in New Zealand you could ask your local vet or pet store if they can order Oxbow in. My local vet (Pet Doctors) orders rabbit and g-pig food from Oxbow, they may be able to order rat food in also.
Young Rat formula:Ground Corn, Soybean Meal, Wheat Middlings, Soybean Hulls, and Dried Whey.
*Harlan- There are a few different types of Harlan Teklad blocks which are 2014 and 2016. 2016 is best suited to adult rats with 16% protein while 2018 is best suited to young rats up to the age of 8months with 18% protein. Usually you have to order large amounts of Harlan at one time however at times rescues will make a large order and sell smaller quantities on to rat owners. If you live in New Zealand you can order Harlan on the New Zealand Rat rescue site.


On this day in music history: August 31, 1968 - “You’re All I Need To Get By” by Marvin Gaye & Tammi Terrell hits #1 on the Billboard R&B singles chart for 5 weeks, also peaking at #7 on the Hot 100 on September 14, 1968. Written and produced by Nickolas Ashford & Valerie Simpson, it’s the second R&B chart topper for the duo of Gaye & Terrell. Sadly it will be the last major hit to feature Tammi Terrell on lead vocals. Gaye and Terrell will actually record their vocals separately. Terrell is recovering from surgery for a malignant brain tumor at the time, one of several she will have between 1967 and 1970 before she passes away in March of that year. The song will be covered a number of different artists over the years, including versions by Aretha Franklin, Dionne Warwick, and Johnny Mathis & Deniece Williams. It will be revived again in 1995 when rapper Method Man and singer Mary J. Blige cover “You’re All I Need To Get By” (#1 R&B, #3 Pop), winning a Grammy Award for Best Rap Performance by a Duo or Group in 1996.

Doctor, Author Oliver Sacks Dead At 82

An amazing doctor, writer and human being is gone:

Oliver Sacks, the world-renowned neurologist and author who chronicled maladies and ennobled the afflicted in books that were regarded as masterpieces of medical literature, died Aug. 30 at his home in Manhattan. He was 82.

Dr. Sacks — whom millions knew as the physician played by actor Robin Williams in the 1990 film “Awakenings” — revealed in February that he had terminal cancer. A rare and long-ago-treated ocular tumor had metastasized to his liver, he wrote in the New York Times, which was one of several publications, along with the New Yorker magazine and the New York Review of Books, that printed his writings over the years.

His death was confirmed by his longtime assistant, Kate Edgar.

An Englishman who made his life in America, Dr. Sacks devoted his career to patients with rare, seemingly hopeless conditions of the nervous system. He distinguished himself both in the clinic and on the printed page and was often called a “poet laureate” of modern medicine.

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rudescience asked:

Science question: How does destroying tumors inside the body with radiation therapy actually work?

If memory serves me right the ionized radiation damages DNA in cancer (And the rest of your body mind you) which causes the death of the cell.

The reason it is viable as a treatment is because it works in harming cells that are dividing, in short messes with the natural cell cycle and cancer cells divide at a much greater rate than normal healthy cells which means you’ll feel bad but you’ll live (hopefully)

*Mic drop*

Premed Book Club!

Ok, who noticed that I’m a day late?!

So sorry to everyone anxiously awaiting this edition of the premed book club…quiz studying takes a lot out of you. Though I still have some prep work for tomorrow (seriously this is so evil) I thought I could use a break to share another wonderful book with you all!

The Immortal Life of Henrietta Lacks by Rebecca Skloot

This one is for the medical history nerds out there. A lot of the important advances in medicine in the 20th century can be traced back to the discovery of the ‘immortal’ cell line HeLa. This cell line originated in the cervical cancer of Henrietta Lacks. She was a mother, wife, and sister when she was diagnosed with cervical cancer and one of her doctors took a sample of her tumor during her treatment. Even though she was never told about this, her cells went on to birth the first immortal cell line in history, HeLa. HeLa cells are now found all over the world and are making contributions to all kinds of medical research, but mostly cancer. This book focuses on the story of what happened when Henrietta’s children finally found out that their mother’s cells had been basically stollen in the 1950′s. 

This is a really powerful book with a lot of underlying questions regarding patient consent, race, and human experimentation mixed in. What I loved the most about it was the journey that Henrietta’s daughter went through trying to discover just what it meant that her mother’s cells were still alive. It was also amazing reading about the strength and tenacity that Henrietta had while she was dying of cancer. Her entire family has to go through a lot to deal with the repercussions of her doctor’s decisions. Reading how they approach these issues and decisions is heartening, and honestly gives you faith in humanity again. 

As I mentioned before, this is a REALLY good read if you are interested in medical or research history. But it also is powerful for a future doctor. It really makes you think about where the field has come in the past 60 years, and maybe even how far it can go in the future. Definitely give it a try!

Bears Fan Battling Cancer Names Tumor After Rodgers
You have to give Miguel Reyes credit. He doesn't cop out of a scrap. Miguel, a 14-year-old Chicago Bears fan who was diagnosed with stage 3 brain cancer in 2014, could've left the ...
By Dan Carson

“As for Miguel’s battle with Rodgers, he’s had more success than his on-field team.”

This is sad but also makes me chuckle a little. 

Best of luck, Miguel! If it helps you to kill that bitch ass tumor, every Cheesehead will be ok with your choice of name! ;)

Pray for Nelly - GoFundMe

Hi guys! So a very close family friend has been battling cancer for almost 2 years now and she needs the prayers more than ever. Her name is Nelly and she’s 17 years old. She sadly has a tumor wrapped around her spinal chord and has recently been paralyzed because of the tumor getting so big. Please please pray for Nelly and her recovery she really needs it. Also, if you could, please donate to her gofundme because her family could truly use the money with all the medical expenses. I thank you from the bottom of my heart. Please share this.


It’s been too long since I’ve posted pictures of my baby girl. 

Unfortunately she’s pretty sick. She has a large malignant tumor in her belly, in addition to some spots on her liver and fluid around her lungs. She’s 12, which isn’t young, but it also isn’t old enough for me to be ready to deal with the implications of her sickness. I love her so much and all I want is for her to be okay. 

I need a favor from all of my followers.

It would mean the world to me if you could all keep my brother in your thoughts/prayers/send good vibes to him.

He’s going in for surgery in 12 hours to have a tumor removed. We’ll find out in a few days whether it’s cancerous or not.

We already had to bury my grandmother a month ago thanks to cancer (and her death was, ironically enough, on my brother’s birthday). If we find out that my brother has cancer too, it’s going to wreak havoc on our family.

I’m just gonna do my best to keep myself occupied until I know more.

jambansoak asked:

Hey there, do you mind if I ask your opinion about periodic convulsions in older cat? What first cross your mind if you heard about periodic convulsions in cats? Thank you very much.

Hello! The very first thing that crossed my mind when I read your question, without knowing anything about this cat, was intracranial tumor, such as meningioma, glioma or lymphoma.

But there are a lot of other causes, such as:

- hypoglicemia, such as from insulin overdose in a diabetic cat;

- hypocalcemia, following thyrioidectomy;

- hepatic encephalopathy, which is a nervous system disorder caused by accumulation of ammonia in the system due to inability of the liver to rid the body of ammonia;

- poisons (insecticides- organochlorines, pyrethrins,pyrethroids)

- storage diseases;

- toxoplasmosis;

- red-blood cell count above the normal ranges (characterized by the production of excessive numbers of mature red-blood cells by the bone marrow, known as polycythemia vera), leading to sludging of the blood (hyperviscosity);

- trauma, etc.

Pattern of seizures- age of cat at the onset of seizure activity, type and frequency of seizures is the most important factor in determining possible causes.

Mi presento. Ho un tumore e mi chiamo Maria. Ho un tumore e ho 17 anni. Ho un tumore punto.
Ho sempre creduto che il cervello fosse l’unica cosa in me che funzionasse. Mi sbagliavo.
Ho un tumore, al cervello.
E adesso aspetto la morte.
L’aspetto per dirgli due parole.
“Ciao morte. Ho 17 anni. Mi piacciono gli abbracci, l’amore e i gelati. Amo l’odore della benzina, delle officine e l’azzurro.
Odio la cattiveria, le urla ma soprattutto te. E so che non dovrei ma ti odio. Perché mi strappi via da qui? Perché ora? 17 anni. Ho solo 17 anni. Non ho mai dato il primo bacio. Non ho mai tenuto la mano di un ragazzo. Non ho ancora preso la patente. Non ho finito la scuola.
Lasciami qui, non portarmi via.
Non ora.
—  Federica Maneli, Storie mai scritte
Sapete che c'è?
Che la gente ha rotto veramente il cazzo.
“Non fumare, ti fa male. Muori. Ictus, invecchiamento della pelle, tumori.”
“Non bere, ti fa male. Muori. Diventerai alcolizzato, ti viene la cirrosi.” e chi più ne ha più ne metta.
Ma che discorsi che mi scaraventano la minchia che non ho, davvero, e scusate la volgarità.
Potrei morire attraversando la strada, nel sonno, mentre sono in macchina, potrei semplicemente cadere da una cazzo di sedia, prenderla male e morire.
Si può morire in qualsiasi momento, potrei morire anche adesso, mentre sto scrivendo questo post.
Quindi, perché dovrei passare la vita a negarmi quello che voglio fare per non morire, quando potrei morire in qualsiasi istante?
La vita è così, ci sei, e un attimo dopo non ci sei più.
Perciò che la gente si faccia i cazzi suoi e smetta di mettere ostacoli nella vita delle altre persone, perché ognuno la propria vita se la vive come vuole.
Grazie, prego, ciao.
—  (elefantinellostomaco)
Voglio parlarvi di una ragazza e della sua storia, ho già la pelle d'oca, la ricordo a memoria: il suo viso, le sue labbra, la sua intelligenza, mi innamorai dei suoi discorsi non dell'apparenza.
Nei corridoi dell'istituto dove lei studiava ogni ragazzo la chiamava ma non si fermava.
La classica ragazza seria che sa ciò che vuole, quella che non te la dà, se si affeziona ti dà il cuore.
Aveva il mondo che girava intorno al suo sorriso, sembra banale ma è la cosa più bella che ho visto.
Le altre ragazze giudicavano, parlavano, avevano i rimorsi di quanti maschi scopavano, lei era diversa, fottutamente diversa e chiedergli di uscire era battaglia persa. Non si curava dell'aspetto dei ragazzi,
non si innamorava di nessuno: nè ricchi, nè poveracci.
Presi coraggio e andai, ogni tanto parlavamo del più del meno senza esagerare mia, le piaceva Tesla, le riempivo la testa, ricordo il libro sul complotto che le regalai.
Stavamo spesso insieme, non ero come gli altri, lo capì semplicemente dai miei sguardi. Le parlavo dell’ hip-hop e del mio sogno nel cassetto, mi rincuorò dicendo “un giorno tu farai un concerto.”
Fumavamo naturale fuori scuola sulle scale per sentirci più ribelli ancora le chiudevo male. All'improvviso ci baciammo, poi scappò piangendo,
è passato molto tempo ma non scordo quel momento.
Non l'ho rivista più, purtroppo è andata via, mi parlava dei suoi sogni e non della sua malattia.
La porterò nel cuore, fine della storia, amate chi vi ama, può essere l'ultima volta.
—  Rocco Hunt

Ho sempre amato le stelle.
Da bambina mi ritrovavo in giardino, di notte, a guardarle.
La mamma usciva stringendosi nel cappotto e mi riportava in casa.
All'inizio mi sgridava, poi ci fece l'abitudine.
Un giorno le chiesi quante stelle ci fossero nell'universo, e lei mi rispose che erano tante quante i bambini felici.

Quando avevo 13 anni mi regalarono il mio primo telescopio. Passavo ore ed ore nella mia stanza, affacciata alla finestra.
Ero giunta alla conclusione che le stelle erano molte ma molte di più di tutta la popolazione del mondo.
Ma non volevo dirlo alla mamma.
Allora le chiesi perché le stelle cadenti si chiamavano così. Lei mi rispose che quando moriva una persona buona, uno di quelle amate, le stelle piangevano lasciando una scia.

A 16 anni avevo una libreria pieni di libri sul cielo e passavo ogni sera in giardino a fantasticare.
Cosa c'era lassù?
Ma quando un giorno tornai dentro casa e trovai la mamma per terra che si teneva il naso sanguinante, capii che forse avevo esagerato a perdermi in sciocchezze.
Chiusi in cantina il mio telescopio.
Alla mamma dissi che avevo cambiato hobby.

Avevo 19 anni quando fu ricoverata la prima volta, mentre il liquido della flebo le entrava in corpo io la intrattenevo raccontandole quello che mi girava per la testa.
Finché mi chiese delle stelle.
Ed io con un sorriso, iniziai a raccontarle delle comete e delle meteore.
Quella sera andai a riprendere il telescopio e riaprii i libri.
La mamma non mi chiese mai niente, ma da quel giorno mi guardò con uno sguardo diverso.

A 23 anni, chiusa in un ascensore aspettando di arrivare al piano giusto, ripensai a quella volta in cui la mamma mi disse che le stelle si divertivano a mettersi in posizioni diverse per formare le costellazioni.
Arrivata nella sua stanza, la salutai e le sistemai la bandana in testa.
E come ultima richiesta, volle che le parlai ancora del cielo.
Ormai avevo capito che le stelle erano 3 seguite da 23 zeri e che le costellazioni non erano giochi, ma le 88 parti in cui è suddivisa la sfera celeste.
Ma non glielo dissi mai.

La lasciai quella sera.
E quando varcai la porta d'uscita dell'ospedale, vidi una stella cadente.
La mia mamma aveva ragione, quando muore una persona buona, le stelle piangono.

—  Sono passati cinque anni da quando una delle persone più importanti della mia vita se ne è andata.
Se ne è andata e non l'ha scelto.
E volevo ricordarti così.
Ti voglio bene.