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i was not aware you could just feel magnets if theyre strong enough

mri scans are wacky

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aside from the immobility getting an mri is basically like leaning against the speakers at a rave in 2002

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(High as Shit! At the Chiropractor)

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Can i eat before having an MRI scan?

You can eat or not before an MRI that depends on the what type of MRI scan you are having and whether it involves contrast dye or sedation. Here’s a in details information.

Note : if you want to consult from doctor then Book a free appointment

General Guidelines

MRI without Contrast

Eating: You can usually eat and drink as normal before an MRI without contrast dye.

Medication: Continue taking prescribed medications unless instructed otherwise by your doctor.

MRI with Contrast Dye

Eating: You may be asked to avoid eating or drinking for 4–6 hours before the scan. This is to prevent nausea or adverse reactions in case the contrast dye causes mild stomach discomfort.

MRI under Sedation or Anesthesia

Eating: If sedation is required (e.g., for children or anxious patients), you’ll typically need to fast for 6–8 hours before the procedure to avoid complications from anesthesia.

Special Instructions

If the MRI is for abdominal imaging, such as an MRI of the liver, pancreas, or intestines, you might be asked to avoid eating for a few hours beforehand to ensure clear images.

Follow any specific instructions provided by your healthcare provider or the imaging center.

If you’re unsure, it’s always best to check with the medical team and then book an appointment to get appropriate information from our best radiologist.

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ultrasounds

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We working on our physical health instead of mental health boisssss

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Knife Princess - Part 10

Chishiya x Reader

Summary: You and Chishiya go to the doctor to get you diagnosed.

A/N: We're making progress. I truly don't know how long this series is going to be because i keep coming up with new ideas.

Chapters

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You sat in the hospital's waiting area with Chishiya, him sitting right next to you.

Your leg was bouncing fast out of anxiety and how nervous you were right now. Chishiya noticed it and gently laid his hand on your jean covered knee.

"It'll be alright," he tried to reassure quietly, though he couldn't help but have his heart racing faster than normal as well. You showed the anxiety taking control of you physically, but Chishiya tried his best to hide it deep inside of him, so you wouldn’t see how he truly felt about the situation you two were in.

"Ms. Suguru," a nurse announced. You swallowed and got up, glancing at Chishiya one last time who gave you a comforting nod.

The doctor took an MRI scan of your head, seeing if there was any sort of abnormalities in your brain.

As you were laying inside the massive machine tube, which name you had forgotten, you started to overthink immediately. You tried to stay calm and take deep breaths, telling yourself that it wouldn’t take long anymore, hoping being in this tight space wouldn’t cause a panic attack if this took longer than you had been prepared for it to take.

What if it was a tumor? Did tumors cause you to hallucinate? You didn't know anyone with a brain tumor or cancer so you weren't entirely aware of the possible symptoms. Maybe it was a tumor, and the doctor would tell you that you had four months left to live — at best.

Maybe you had inherited schizophrenia from your great-aunt and would be locked up in a mental hospital for the rest of your life. Your child would be bullied at school for their mother being lunatic and deranged. Maybe, maybe, maybe — there were so many maybes you couldn’t handle it if you had to wait for the result for too long.

“Shut up,” you quietly mumbled, trying to make your brain calm down, but didn’t succeed at it very well.

You felt like you were starting to suffocate, not knowing how long you had been inside the machine. It had probably been just a few minutes but it felt like hours. Heart beating almost painfully fast the more time passed, palms sweating and breath starting to tremble. You wanted to scream that you needed to get out but just then it was over and you were pulled out of the machine, as if the doctor had heard your panicked thoughts. You wouldn’t have been surprised if you had said words out loud which you thought you had managed to only keep inside your mind.

Chishiya took his turn in the scanner after you, letting you wait in the doctor's office. You had insisted to have an appointment together, since you had experienced the exact same thing. You needed someone on your side, someone who brought you comfort and managed to calm you down, to reduce the anxiety twisting inside your chest and stomach. And Chishiya was the person who could do all of that. Only his presence by your side brought enough comfort to let you relax. It felt as safe as when you had visited a doctor with your mother when you had been just a little kid — not that you’d compare Chishiya to your parent, no. He only awakened that same feeling of safety inside you.

Chishiya returned to the room with you sooner than you expected. Had it really taken you too that short time?

“Are you feeling alright?” Chishiya asked as he sat on the chair next to you.

“Mhm,” you mumbled and tried to smile, at least a little bit.

The doctor sat on his seat on the opposite side of the table. A small metal plate was attached to his white doctor’s coat with a name “Dr. Oshima” printed on it with black letters.

"Now, this is something I’m not sure i can explain very well," the doctor started, furrowing his eyebrows.

"What do you mean?" Chishiya asked.

"Well, you told me you had experienced quite realistic hallucinations, correct?" You just nodded your head when the doctor glanced at you. "I'd start inspecting on possible schizophrenia, psychosis or something similar and there are some signs pointing at psychosis, yes, but it's a little different than what I've seen before on patients with such disorders. However, I would cross schizophrenia out of the list, if you were concerned about that.”

Both you and Chishiya furrowed your eyebrows, confused what the doctor exactly meant. But you let out a relieved sigh out of your lungs.

“You told me that these hallucinations started soon after the meteorite attack, correct?” the doctor asked, which you confirmed. “It is possible that you experienced a serious brain injury from the accident. A traumatic brain injury can cause psychosis on a person, so I would say it’s the most plausible cause for your hallucinations with the information I have now.”

So, no tumor or schizophrenia? Just a brain injury?

“Have you experienced any other symptoms that could point at a brain injury?” he asked. “Such as persisting headache, confusion, loss of coordination, troubles on speech?”

“Well, I’ve gotten some headaches, but nothing else, really,” you explained, which Chishiya admitted suffering as well more often than usual.

“Hm. I see,” he mumbled. “Well, the symptoms vary a lot from person to person. I can prescribe you with one medication to see if the symptoms go away and book an appointment for you in, let's say, a month? To see if the medication has started to work."

"Um," you started nervously and held your stomach. "Is it safe for a baby? I'm pregnant."

You felt awkward asking about it next to Chishiya, realizing that you hadn't mentioned about the pregnancy to him. Or had you? You weren't sure anymore. Besides, did you even have any reason to tell him about it? You weren't obliged to do that, you hardly knew the man. You noticed how Chishiya glanced at you from the corner of your eye, but you ignored him.

"I'll write you a prescription for the type of medicine which is the safest to take during pregnancy," the doctor explained, a reassuring smile on his face.

He typed something on his computer.

"I'd like to arrange you a psychiatric meeting with me but my calendar is extremely full for the next few weeks," the doctor sighed. "I can see if my colleague has more space in her calendar but if not, we'll see in a month, alright? If anything urgent comes up, give me a call."

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None of you said a word while you walked down the hospital's corridors and out of the hospital, both of you deep in your thoughts.

You hadn't told Chishiya you were pregnant, no, but he did have a feeling that you were expecting a baby. He had heard your conversation at the hospital with Niragi, though only a small part of it, but he had heard a mention of you being pregnant. As he had gotten to know you better, the thought had slipped his mind but it was still rooted in some part of his brain.

There had been really no reason for you to tell about your pregnancy to Chishiya, it wasn’t any of his business, he knew that. But he couldn’t help but think if the father was around. Chishiya could only assume that he wasn’t, since the only person Chishiya had seen you around was your brother. Although, of course Chishiya didn’t know what you did during the day or where you went, you didn’t tell Chishiya about your every move. Maybe you did spend time with another guy. However, surely the man in question would have taken you in to live with him after your apartment got ruined by the meteorite and not leave you to be dependent on Niragi.

Imagining you with another man stung Chishiya’s heart for some odd reason. Stop it, her life is none of your business, Chishiya thought.

The doctor had actually confirmed that you were crazy, that something was wrong with your head. Of course you had been prepared to the worst but walking into a pharmacy to pick up a new medication for you was like a slap on the face. You had still expected to hear words like "oh, it's just stress it'll go away on its own if you keep up with healthy lifestyle, such as enough sleep and balanced meals." No. You had to start eating pills which you had never taken before.

"Do you want to grab something to eat?" Chishiya asked, not sure if you'd just want to go back home and be alone or if you wanted – or needed – some company. Chishiya wouldn’t admit it out loud, but he was the one who didn’t want to be alone at the moment, afraid of his brain starting to spiral and how there would be nobody to share the things he’d see or hear.

"I'm not really hungry," you said, even though you didn't remember the last time you had eaten.

"I've been with you for the past five hours," Chishiya pointed out. "You just think you're not hungry."

Now that you had confirmed to him that you were carrying a child, it was even a bigger reason to make you eat, even if you didn't feel like it.

"I'm fine, really," you groaned. "I'm sure you have something better to do anyway."

"I don't really," he shrugged. I just don't want to be alone right now because if i am, my brain won't shut up about things that don't exist and you make my mind calm down in some odd way, Chishiya thought but preferred to keep it inside his head. "I mean, we don't have to if you have something planned already."

"Well, i don't have anything, no," you admitted, feeling suddenly shy around him. Every time you had spent time with each other, you had just accidentally ended up together. He hadn't suggested or asked to hang out with you, previously you had just been forced to be in each other's company. Now he was asking to spend time with you just a little more? It made you feel all giddy and… wanted? "So, where would you take me?"

"What do you like to eat?" he asked.

"Anything, really," you shrugged.

The two of you ended up in a small place for some simple ramen, it was a place you had often went to and loved the cozy atmosphere, as well as the food there. You didn't care to go searching for any fancier restaurant, wanting just something quick and easy. This place was never packed full either.

“By the way, I’m moving out in a few days,” you revealed after a short silence, having called back to the real estate agent to accept the offer of the apartment you had gone to check out. “Found my own apartment.”

Chishiya was aware that you and Niragi living with Jae-sung had to be just a temporary solution but Chishiya still had an odd feeling inside him at the thought of you leaving. He had gotten used to having you one floor below him and having a chance of walking past you in the corridors or stairs at any moment he was leaving or going back to his own apartment. Having you live close to him. Now, he wouldn’t see you anymore.

“Oh, well. Congratulations,” he said, not sure what to say when someone moved into a new place. “Where are you moving?”

“You want to stalk me, huh?” you smirked.

“I’m not that obsessed with you, don’t worry.”

“Mhm. So, you admit you’re a little obsessed, hm?” you teased.

“You’re putting words into my mouth again,” he stated, not going to admit that he was growing quite fond of you day by day.

“That wasn’t a ‘no’.” You bit your lip, loving to tease him like that.

“I was only asking how afraid I have to be of bumping into you in a grocery store. Or if I have to change my schedule coming back home from work,” he explained and twirled the noodles on his plate with his chopsticks.

“Don’t worry, you can buy your groceries in peace and I’ll use different metro stops than you,” you replied. “It’s about half an hour walk from your place.”

So, at least you weren’t changing cities. Why did he care anyway? He didn’t, of course he didn’t. He’d be more than happy and relieved to get you out of the way and be able to live in peace. No, he wasn’t happy about that. Now if he wanted to keep seeing you, he’d have to call or text you. To ask for your phone number. Did you want to keep in touch with him or just move on with your life which didn’t include him?

“Chishiya?” you asked, startling Chishiya from his thoughts.

“Huh?”

“What were you thinking about? Zoning out like that,” you asked.

“Oh, nothing important,” Chishiya denied.

“It doesn’t have to be important, you know."

“It’s nothing, really."

“Alright,” you said, though feeling slightly suspicious of his behavior.

Both of you continued eating in comfortable silence for a moment, until Chishiya got the urge to break the silence.

"So, you think it's going to be a girl or a boy?" Chishiya asked, gaze at your stomach. He was a little unsure if you wanted to talk about it or not but he wanted to try. He wanted to know more about it, just a little bit.

"Oh, i don't think i'm that far yet to know," you chuckled.

"But what does your instinct say?" Chishiya asked, narrowing his eyes. "Mothers always have an instinct relating to their children. Or so i've heard."

"Well… i suppose a girl," you admitted. At first when you found out about being pregnant, your mind had been stuck on the option of abortion and how you wanted to get rid of the baby. But the more time passed, the better you had gotten used to the idea of having a child. You still got mixed feelings, of course you did, you weren’t exactly ready to become a mom but you couldn’t bring yourself to get an abortion either. You were scared and wished more than anything to have someone by your side as terrified as you. Niragi wasn’t the person for that or none of your friends either, not really, because they had no part in this pregnancy.

"Yeah?" Chishiya said, a little smile appearing on his face at the thought of you with a little girl.

You fell silent for a moment and put your chopsticks down on the plate, one question still bothering you.

"Um, this probably sounds stupid but…" you started, for a moment avoiding eye contact with Chishiya and swallowed a lump in your throat. "Are paternity tests 100% correct each time?"

Chishiya furrowed his eyebrows. "Yes, they are. Why?"

"Oh, i just, never mind," you mumbled, looking at your hands to avoid eye contact with him. Of course they were foolproof, what were you thinking.

"Everything okay?" he asked, though clearly seeing that something was worrying you.

You were unsure if you should start opening up to Chishiya, even though the more days passed it had started to become easier and easier to talk to him. You hadn't talked about this to anyone except Niragi and Takuro, and you hadn't exactly been opening up about a lot of details to them either. You hadn't talked about it to your friends either, you just didn't feel comfortable opening up to others easily. If you told about your pregnancy to your friends, they’d start going crazy excited and make you feel suffocated for all the attention you’d get. You weren’t ready for that.

If you told anyone that you didn't know who the father was, what kind of slut would that make you sound like? That would just sound like you were sleeping around with several men at once. Why would anyone believe you that you hadn't had sex with a man in months? That made it impossible to have a child growing inside you.

"Everything's fine," you assured, regretting that you had brought the subject up at all.

"Is the father in the picture?" Chishiya asked, feeling a sting in his heart that you'd already belong to someone else. It shouldn't be something that Chishiya would care about, it was none of his business, but he had an uncomfortable feeling in his stomach when he even thought about you in some other man's arms.

"No, he's not," you mumbled.

You wanted to tell someone that you didn't know the dad and to comfort you that there was a good explanation for that. Chishiya was as insane as you though — a damn doctor had confirmed it and put you on the same medication — so maybe he wouldn't think that you were a crazy slut. Right? Should you take the risk? Feel the relief of getting it out of your chest and have someone tell you that everything was going to be alright. That you'd find the answer soon. Help you to figure out what happened to you.

But was Chishiya the right person for that? You didn't exactly know each other well but there was this strange bond between the two of you which neither you or Chishiya could explain with words. The bond made sense in your head but if you had to explain it with words, you wouldn't be able to do that.

"Y/N?" Chishiya said when you had zoned out. You weren't sure if he had said something to you or if you had just floated in silence the entire time now.

"If i tell you something, promise me you won't think i'm even crazier than i've proved to be by far," you said, lowering your voice and having a much more serious expression on your face.

Chishiya only furrowed his eyebrows, growing both confused and curious. "Alright, I'll try."

"I… i don't exactly know who's the dad," you mumbled. That was something Chishiya hadn't entirely expected to hear. You saw the surprised expression on his face and had to continue before he’d reply anything. "And before you say anything, I'm not a whore.” You let out a deep sigh. “I… i haven't slept with anyone in months. I shouldn't even be pregnant."

Chishiya eyed you for a moment, glancing at your belly which had a slight bump already.

"The doctor has 100% confirmed that you're pregnant?" Chishiya asked. Maybe the doctor had misdiagnosed you, that happened sometimes, right?

"Yes," you replied. "You're a doctor. Is this, like, possible? To become pregnant out of nowhere?" Of course it wasn't.

“It’s not,” Chishiya replied, even though he knew you were already well aware of it.

Because you got me pregnant so you're supposed to do everything i tell you, you voice stated seriously.

Chishiya choke on his food, starting to cough violently, a few pieces of noodles flying back into his plate.

Your eyes widened. “Oh my god, are you okay?” You filled his glass with more water and handed it to him. He took the glass and when his coughs had calmed down, drank the water in one go.

“What did you say?” he asked, his throat sore.

“I asked if you’re okay,” you replied.

“No, uh, before that,” he continued, coughing one more time. His face had turned now red.

“Um, just that if it was possible to become pregnant just like that,” you answered.

He had imagined it. Just imagined it.

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You arrived back home, Chishiya stopping at your door when you were searching for the keys in your purse. The entire walk back to this building all kinds of thoughts were racing inside Chishiya’s mind which he wouldn’t be able to talk out with you. All the dreams, voices and illusions had felt so real, but how real actually were they?

"Um, can i ask you something?" Chishiya asked, making you look at him. "Are you allergic to anything?"

You furrowed your eyebrows. "Why do you ask that?" Then, your eyes lit up, a playful grin spreading on your face. "Chishiya, are you planning to take me on a dinner, hm?"

"No, no i," Chishiya stuttered. "I didn't plan anything, like that, but… are you? Allergic to something?"

"Well, for peanuts, yeah," you answered and shrugged.

"I see," he mumbled, his behavior making you narrow your eyes.

"That all?" you asked.

"Yep, that's all," Chishiya replied.

You gave him one last weird look and closed the door behind you.

As you entered inside, Niragi was leaning against the wall a few metres away from the front door, arms crossed against his chest as he looked at you. Like he was a mom waiting her teenage kid to come back home late way over her curfew, ready to teach a lesson for not respecting the household's rules.

You rolled your eyes. "What?"

"What's up with you and that guy?" Niragi asked, narrowing his eyes.

"Are you stalking me now?" you scoffed.

"Just happened to see you together at the hospital," he said and shrugged. “Holding hands and all.”

"The fuck were you at the hospital for?" you asked.

He showed you his hand, bandages around his wrist. "Broke my hand.”

"Do i want to know why?"

"Probably not." He shrugged. "So, why were you there? You don't look ill or have broken bones?" He narrowed his eyes. “Wait. Was it some baby stuff and he’s the dad?”

“He’s not the dad,” you groaned. You sighed and pinched your nose, closing your eyes for a second. "I got my head scanned, alright.”

He was silent for a moment. So, you really weren’t kidding about going to see a doctor. But why would you go there with your neighbor? And not with Niragi, for instance?

"What did they say?" he asked.

"Got me antipsychotics."

"I see," Niragi mumbled. “You wanna talk about it?”

“Maybe later,” you answered, now just wanting to be by yourself for a moment.

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Peanut allergy was one of the most common allergies, of course Chishiya knew that, but that didn't help the fact that the dream he experienced started to freak him out even more.

Chishiya was curious about what kind of dreams you had experienced, surely there were others which you hadn’t revealed to him. He remember all of the dreams about you. How he had held you close to him, touching every inch of you and done things which Chishiya hadn’t done to a woman in a long time. How he had made love to you. He could never tell you about those sort of thoughts, definitely creeping you out if you hadn’t experienced anything even close to that.

He had been correct on you having a peanut allergy, which made his mind linger in one another thing.

What kind of fucked up thought would it be if i was the father of your child, even though I've never actually slept with you? Otherwise than in my dreams, that is. You had been unsure about the father anyway.

Chishiya needed to start taking his medication this instant, starting to already think something even more insane like this.

"Jesus christ you're losing it," Chishiya mumbled and looked at the pills he had gotten from the pharmacy.

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After you and Chishiya had left the hospital, doctor Oshima kept sitting on his chair for a little while longer, staring at the MRI pictures of your brain. Both of your brains, trying to figure out what the specific diagnosis could be. They looked almost exactly same, it could have easily been two scans of one person’s brain but it wasn’t. He hadn’t seen anything like this before. Sure, it pointed to psychosis but there was something different compared to other patients with psychosis.

Then, he heard a knock on the door, his colleague's head peeking inside when he had yelled a sign for her to come inside.

"Did you print the documents for the patient in the morning?" his colleague, doctor Kisaragi, asked.

"Oh, yes. I have them right here," doctor Oshima said and handed them to her.

"Thanks, i'll get back home after checking these in."

"Hey, hold on," Oshima interrupted, making her stop. "Could you look at these MRI scans?" He handed the scans to her. "Two patients came in for suffering from hallucinations. What do you think that is?"

She furrowed her eyebrows, looking at the scans for a moment until her face went pale.

No, it couldn't be.

She had seen these sort of scans before. Once, 12 years ago. Two people had come to her office, just like you and Chishiya, claiming to suffer from severe hallucinations, them starting one day out of nowhere. A lot of time had passed, but doctor Kisaragi still remembered those MRI scans like it was yesterday.

Not only the scans, but also what eventually had happened to the two patients.

"Looks like psychosis,” she confirmed, looking back towards Oshima. “What did you prescribe to them?"

"Antipsychotics."

She knew the medication wasn't going to work more than make the illusions appear less often, at least at first. It would make them feel slightly less real, but they weren't going to completely disappear with antipsychotics alone.

If this was what she thought it was. Surely it had to be something else.

But if this was what she suspected… She had to help you. It felt almost like fate that you walked to her colleague's office, just like that, and she to the doctor Oshima’s office that same day. She would help you better than she had the last two people. Last time had ended up in a tragedy, but now she'd have a new chance.

"Could you make a call and book an appointment for me with them?" doctor Kisaragi asked. "I'd like to have a talk."

She needed to interview you, to hear what had happened to you in the Borderlands. What was the root of these hallucinations.

After all, she was a former Borderlands citizen.

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Hiii this is super embarrassing but I went to the doctor today and it turns out I have some kind of arthritis but the doctor cant pinpoint which one without more tests (such as MRI) which is EXPENSIVE and I really dont have the money for it but I'm kind of. well. in pain constantly where normal painkillers don't make a dent on it n I cant sleep at night so. I dont rlly have a goal in mind (online says MRI scans cost about $200~300 and aren't covered by national insurance) but if anyone could help it would go straight towards diagnostic appointments/pain medication. Um don't feel obligated of course but if you were able to help at all then my P^yp^l is here

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Alrighty.. just putting this here for safekeeping and so maybe it’ll be easier to explain. On Feb 17, 2024 my boyfriend at the time woke up around 9:30 am to me having a seizure. He took me to a research hospital in the area and we got to the ED around 11 am. They did a CT and an MRI and have found what they called a 4 cm tumor in my right frontal lobe. I had another MRI in the middle of March and got more measurements on the size of the tumor. Based on the measurements, I did the math and found it was 119 cubic cm (about the size of a billiards ball). I had a right frontal craniotomy on April 1, 2024. They were able to remove the entire tumor and my MRI the evening after surgery showed no residual tumor. I’ve met with an oncologist and we waited for pathology results. Pathology came back as a Grade 3 Astrocytoma with the IDH1 mutation. I have started 500 mg of Tibsovo daily to keep it from growing back, or at least slow it down. There isn’t a cure for brain tumors, so we just wait for it to come back and do surgery again. If you’ve read this far into my real life shit, I appreciate any well wishes, thoughts, and prayers if you’re religious. I try to keep my spirits up and handle things rationally but some days that is a little more difficult. I’m stuck on antiseizure medication for at least a year from my latest seizure (luckily it’s still just the seizure in Feb 2024) and cannot drive per my state’s laws for a year from the last seizure as well.

Luckily my job has been flexible with me since February but trying to get back to full time hours is a struggle, especially if I want to take care of myself as well (bathing, eating, cleaning, etc). Also, lots of back and forth with insurance companies and the hospital and lots of scans and follow up appointments.

6 month MRI was clean. “No progression” and “stable burden of disease”. Joint pain has been mostly managed with new meds.

I moved in with my “friends” who turned into girlfriend, fiancée, and wife very quickly (we had a hand fasting ceremony Oct 6, 2024) and her husband became my boyfriend as well. Being in a functional throuple is new to them, so there have been some hiccups but everything is looking up. 💜

9 month post op MRI came back with no suspicious activity to suggest disease progression or recurrence, so that’s a win! I’m almost able to legally drive in Arkansas again (very stupid seizure law here). The wifey’s husband and I are not pursuing a relationship right now to keep our household as stable as possible, but I think it’s for the best long term ☺️

[angryschnauzer]

Hubby had his final clinic appointment today. I was so fucking anxious, i was sure they would have found regrowth of the brain tumour or that his bloods wouldn't be good enough for the final round of chemo, but i was proven wrong thankfully.

No regrowth. Blood platelets high enough for his final round of chemo. He's been given the all clear to fly so we can look at going on holiday in October to Malta.

Going forwards he will have MRI scans every two to three months for the rest of his life, and there is a 95% chance the cancer will come back at some point in the next five years. But for now, we are in the clear.

I'm not celebrating just yet, but my anxiety has dropped considerably.

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Small health update 2:

My other doc calmed me down quite a bit in terms of my MRI - he said that the gadolinium contrast makes the scanning go so sensitive that it finds even the most minute changes in brain. Therefore, the results might seem worrying but are, in fact, not that terrible. The small change they found is/was most likely a tiny mini-stroke that left a small scar, probably due to prolonged stress (no kidding xD). Doc said it is to be observed, but that is likely nothing more than a scar, and that my neurologist will mostly confirm and/or suggest more tests.

Booked an appointment at the endocrinologist as well, will see if he will biopsy my thyroid gland's tiny tumour or just let it be and watch it. *sigh* The truth of Hashimoto's treatment is that I only have to swallow a pill daily and watch my diet... and that's pretty much it. It is not all that great but then again, I got away with this way lighter than others in my family (my mom had her thyroid gland entirely removed in her late '30 and still deals with tumours growing on its stumps).

Thank you all for your warm words and for keeping fingers crossed, it definitely helped a ton! 💪💕🫡

...this is my life from now on, if I start speaking Suomi then you know 🤣 🇫🇮

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The MRI

A man goes for an MRI, but he doesn't come back the same way.

David McDowell was your average 49 year old male.He was married to a lovely woman named Rachel. They had been married for 20 years now, and things were going well, but still could be better. They had two lovely kids, the oldest Amanda was in her first year in college, and their youngest daughter, Emma, who was a mini clone of Rachel,was at home with them when not in kindergarten.

Unfortunately, David was having health issues. Headaches, dizziness, even sensitivity to light started about a month ago .He started seeing a neurologist Dr. Marcus Mitchel who suggested he get an MRI done at the local hospital that his practice was in.

On the morning of his MRI, his lovely wife came to him."You're sure you don't want me to come with you?" Rachel asked, her deep brown eyes filled with concern as she clutched her husband's hand.

"I'll be fine, sweetie," David reassured her with a forced smile, his thumb stroking the back of her palm. "It's just an MRI. Nothing to worry about. Besides, you know how much I hate making you miss work for these appointments."He kissed her on the cheek and gave their daughter, Emma, a gentle pat on the back. "You go have a nice day at school, and be good for your mother later. I love you both?" David then kissed his wife and left, grabbing the keys to the minivan. He hopped in his minivan and started the trek on his way to the hospital.

The drive to the hospital was quiet, the usual traffic noise a stark contrast to the silence in the vehicle.He was happy that Rachel had offered to accompany him, but David knew she had a big presentation at work, so he insisted on going alone. He pulled into the hospital's parking garage and took the ticket from the machine, feeling a slight tremble in his hand. It had been years since his last MRI, and the thought of being in that confined space was never a comforting one.

Once inside, David asked an older security guard how to get to the neurology department.The guard told him to follow the sterile smell of antiseptic and the hum of machinery echoing in the hallways. David thanked him and made his way down the hall. He approached the receptionist, who looked up from her computer with a smile that didn't quite reach her eyes. She was older than David, with graying hair, and deep, dark, blue eyes. "David McDowell?" she asked, scanning her list. "Yes," he replied, handing over his driver's license and insurance cards. She took them and began the registration process, her fingers clacking away at the keyboard. After she was done processing David, he was sent back out to the waiting room.

As he waited, David couldn't shake the feeling of unease that had settled in his stomach. The waiting room was filled with the usual assortment of patients, some reading magazines, others staring at the floor ,and of course the one's always on their cell phones playing some kind of game or watching a website. A TV played a muted soap opera, the subtitles flashing in time with the actors' exaggerated expressions. The doctor's office had always been a place of dread for him, but this time it felt different. The air was heavier, charged with something he couldn't quite put his finger on.

Finally, a young long haired blond and very attractive nurse called his name and led him to the changing area. "You can leave your clothes and belongings in this locker," she said, pointing to a metal compartment with a combination lock. "Strip down to your underwear and put on these two gowns, one in the front and one in the back."

David nodded and did as instructed, feeling a strange vulnerability as he stripped down to his boxers. The nurse,whose name tag read Amanda, handed him the hospital garments, which were cold and slightly damp. He shivered as he put them on, his body feeling exposed despite the layers. She took his locker key and locked away his clothes, wallet and phone, giving him a reassuring pat on the shoulder.

"You can follow me," she said, leading him down a hallway lined with closed doors. David nodded, his mind racing. The walls felt like they were closing in, and the fluorescent lights above buzzed annoyingly in his ears. The nurse didn't seem to notice his discomfort, her steps quick and efficient as she led him to a room with a large, cylindrical machine. The MRI. There, a female technician took over, one with long brown hair and glasses.

“My name is Miranda. I'll be your technician.”she then continued "Just lie down on the table, and we'll get you all set up," she instructed, her voice distant and professional.

David did as he was told, the coolness of the tabletop sending a shiver down his spine. The technician slid a plastic cushion under his head and placed a pair of headphones over his ears. "These will help with the noise," she explained, her voice now muffled. "The MRI is going to take about 40 minutes. Try to stay as still as you can."

With a gentle push, she sent the table sliding into the machine. The space was smaller than he remembered, the walls seemingly closer. He took a deep breath, trying to calm his racing heart. The headphones played a soothing melody, but it did little to ease the tension in his body. He closed his eyes and focused on the music, willing the time to pass quickly.

As the MRI began to whirl around him, David felt a strange sensation, like a warm current flowing through his veins. His headaches and dizziness from earlier faded away, replaced by a sudden lightness, as if gravity had lessened its hold on him. He thought it was just the relief of being off his feet, but then he noticed something peculiar. His skin felt smoother, his body more pliant. He tried to ignore it, attributing the changes to his nerves and the anticipation of the procedure's end.

The music grew louder in his ears, and a voice began to speak over it, calm and hypnotic. "You are relaxing," the voice intoned. "Your body is changing, adapting to a new form." David's eyes were closed, his heart hammering in his chest. He wasn't aware of anything happening to him. The voice from the headphones was insistent, soothing him into a state of calm.

As the minutes ticked by, the changes grew more pronounced unknown to David. His muscles softening and his frame becoming more delicate. His face grew fuller, his cheekbones more prominent, and his eyes... his eyes had changed color. They were no longer the familiar blue-gray but a deep, vibrant green. As he lay there, nice and comfortable long, silky hair started to sprout from his head to his shoulders. It was brown, not the graying blond he had seen in the mirror that morning.

The voice in the headphones grew more intimate, whispering sweet nothings and gentle suggestions that seemed to seep into his very soul. "You are becoming more beautiful with every moment," it crooned. "Your transformation is almost complete. You are no longer David McDowell. You are now a woman, a woman named Danielle Masters.You will be a very sexual woman. You will know how to give blowjobs and do cunnilingus.” The voice continued,”You are being created to be the perfect mate for Dr. Marcus. He is excited to meet the new you. After your transformation, you will drive your new vehicle to go visit him and become his lover.”

The words resonated within him, and David felt his identity slipping away like sand through his fingers. He could do nothing to resist. His mind grappled with the impossibility of it all, but his body was telling him a different story. He was now Danielle, and he could feel the soft curves of her breasts pressing against the fabric of the hospital gown. He felt a strange yearning, a longing for something he could not quite understand.

The MRI's mechanical noises grew louder, drowning out the voice in his headphones, and Danielle squeezed her eyes shut, trying to make sense of the tumultuous emotions that flooded her now feminine body. Her mind was a whirlwind of confusion and fear, but there was an underlying thread of something... something that felt almost like excitement. The machine's rhythmic humming seemed to match the pounding of her heart, which now felt like it was in the chest of someone else entirely.

The technician's voice called out over the intercom, "Okay, Danielle, we're almost done. Just hold still for a few more minutes."

Danielle's eyes shot open in shock. The voice had called her Danielle. The name echoed in his transformed mind, and she realized that her thoughts had shifted to the feminine pronoun. The changes were real. The person in the machine was no longer David. The panic grew to a crescendo, and he wanted to scream, to protest, but the sound that came out was a soft, feminine gasp. The realization hit him like a wave, and he felt a strange mix of horror and fascination at his new reality.

The MRI's cacophony grew louder still, and Danielle could feel his body continuing to morph. His skin grew more sensitive, his hips widened, and his legs grew longer, the hair on them now soft and fine. The gowns clung to his new figure, and he felt a sudden, intense awareness of his surroundings. The cool air of the room brushed against his skin, and the scent of antiseptic grew stronger, almost sweet.

When the MRI finally stopped the technician slid the table out of the machine. "Great, Danielle," she said, her tone unchanged. "You can sit up now." The technician then left the room.

Danielle, still trying to process the rapid transformation, did as she was told. He... no, she looked down at her body, taking in the unfamiliar curves and the softness of her now-smaller hands. She had become a stunning brunette with long brown hair and green eyes. Her legs were shapely and slender, and she could feel the softness of the gown brushing against them as she swung them over the side of the table.

Her thoughts grew more and more disjointed, but a new sensation began to take over. A warmth grew between her legs, and she realized with a start that she was becoming aroused. It was as if her body was responding to a primal instinct she had never felt before. The voice from the MRI echoed in her mind, whispering sweet nothings about her newfound beauty and her purpose as the doctor's lover.

Another nurse, a young, attractive brunette, came into the room with a smile. "How are you feeling, Danielle?" she asked, her eyes gleaming with curiosity.

Danielle looked up at her, the fog in her mind momentarily lifting. The voice from the MRI had said she was beautiful, and now she saw the truth in those words reflected in the nurse's gaze. The thoughts that had been building in her mind, the ones she had tried so hard to push away, came flooding back. She felt a strange, insatiable hunger for the woman before her. The nurse's name tag read 'Samantha', and she, with the technician, seemed to be the only one who knew the truth of Danielle's transformation.

With a grace that surprised even her, Danielle slid off the table, her legs trembling slightly as she found her balance in this new form. She took a tentative step towards Samantha, the soft fabric of the hospital gowns swishing around her ankles. She felt a strange power in her movements, a seductive allure that seemed to be as much a part of her as her new breasts and narrow waist.

"Thank you," she murmured, her voice now a sultry purr. "Thank you for everything."

Samantha, the nurse, cocked an eyebrow, her smile frozen in place as she took in the sight before her. Danielle had moved closer, her eyes dark with desire. The transformation was complete, and the voice from the MRI had not just changed her body but her mind as well. The thoughts that had been planted grew like wildfire, and she couldn't help but act on them. She had become the doctor's lover, and she craved the touch of another.

Her knees hit the cold floor with a soft thud, and she reached for the hem of Samantha's scrub pants. The nurse gasped, her eyes widening, but she didn't pull away. Danielle could see the curiosity in her gaze, the hunger she hadn't noticed before. With trembling hands, she untied the drawstring, revealing a pair of simple, white cotton panties beneath. The fabric was already damp, and Danielle's heart raced with excitement.

"Thank you," she murmured again, her voice thick with need. She slid the fabric aside, exposing Samantha's pink, glistening folds. The scent of arousal filled the air, and Danielle felt a thrill of power. She had never felt like this before, never knew she could make someone else feel like this. She leaned in, her tongue darting out to taste the sweetness that awaited her.

Samantha's gasp turned into a moan as Danielle's tongue touched her clit, light as a feather at first, and then with increasing pressure. The nurse's thighs trembled, and she had to lean against the MRI for support. "What are you doing?" she whispered, her voice strained, but she didn't push Danielle away.

"I just thought this is what you would want after I came out," Danielle murmured, her eyes meeting Samantha's with a knowing look. The words were a heady mix of innocence and seduction, and Samantha found herself lost in the depths of the new woman's gaze. Her body responded on its own, her hips rocking slightly as Danielle's tongue danced over her most sensitive spot. The room around them faded away, leaving only the sound of their ragged breaths and the occasional beep of the machine.

Danielle's hands gripped Samantha's hips, pulling her closer as she explored the nurse's body with a hunger that was both surprising and exhilarating. Rachel's gentle touch was a distant memory, replaced by this insatiable need to give and receive pleasure. She felt a wetness growing between her own legs, the fabric of the gowns clinging to her new curves as her arousal grew.

Samantha's breath grew ragged, her eyes glazed with passion as she watched Danielle's beautiful, full lips tease and suck at her clit. The sensation was overwhelming, and she couldn't help but push down on the back of Danielle's head, urging her deeper. The MRI room was no longer cold and sterile; it had become a sanctuary of desire.

Danielle felt a thrill at Samantha's response, her own arousal building as she tasted the nurse's sweetness. Her movements grew bolder, her tongue flicking and circling with increasing speed. She could feel Samantha's muscles tensing, her moans growing louder. And then, with a sharp gasp, the nurse's body convulsed, and she came hard, her juices flooding Danielle's mouth.

With trembling hands, Samantha helped Danielle to her feet, her cheeks flushed with desire. "I... I don't know what came over me," she whispered, her voice hoarse.

Samantha simply smiled, a knowing smile that seemed to carry the weight of a thousand secrets. "It's okay," she said, her voice still breathless. "It's all part of the change."

With Samantha's shaky hands, they helped each other clean up, the nurse's eyes never leaving Danielle's transformed face. The MRI had done more than just reveal the workings of his... no, her body. It had changed the very fabric of her existence. As Samantha handed her the locker key, Danielle took it, feeling the cold metal slip into her delicate, new hands.

Her heart racing, Danielle returned to the dressing room, the echoes of their shared passion still resonating through her body. As she opened the locker, she found her clothes neatly folded, her purse exactly where she had left it. The sight of her dress, bra, and panties brought a rush of relief, a hint of normalcy in this bizarre situation. She slipped off the hospital gowns, her new, soft skin brushing against the cool air. The fabric of her underwear felt foreign yet familiar, as if it had been made just for her.

She took time to finally look at herself in the mirror, her breasts nice and full, her pussy shaved. She was gorgeous, and she couldn't wait to discover her body and what her new life would entail.

She then dressed, her movements were more graceful than she had ever known, her new body fitting into the clothing with an ease that seemed almost preordained. She pulled the dress over her head, feeling the fabric hug her curves in a way that clothes never had. Looking again into the mirror, she saw Danielle Masters staring back at her, the name that had been whispered into her mind now a stark reality. The ID in her purse confirmed it, a name she had never chosen but one that now felt as much a part of her as her new, emerald-green eyes.

With a deep breath, she stepped out into the hallway, her heels clicking against the cold tile floor. The security guard looked up, his eyes widening as they took in her transformed body. "Excuse me, miss, do you need a... a parking pass?" he stuttered, his gaze lingering on her chest, where her breasts swelled invitingly.

Danielle couldn't help but smile at his reaction, feeling a thrill of power at the way his eyes devoured her. "No, thank you," she replied sweetly, her voice dripping with a newfound femininity. "I already have one." She pulled the crumpled ticket from her purse and held it up for him to see, her fingers brushing over the soft fabric of her dress. "It's been taken care of."

The security guard nodded, his eyes still glued to her, unable to look away.With a final wink, Danielle turned and sashayed away, her hips swinging with a newfound allure. She walked through the hospital's bustling halls, her heart racing as she felt the eyes of every person she passed. The power of her femininity was intoxicating, and she reveled in the attention.

When she reached the parking garage, she was momentarily disoriented. The rows of cars stretched out before her, a sea of steel and glass. The minivan was nowhere in sight. Instead, her eyes fell upon a sleek red Mazda Miata, parked under a flickering light. A wave of confusion washed over her, followed by a sudden rush of memory. It was her car, the one her boyfriend had bought her for her birthday, a symbol of his love and their secret affair.

Her hand trembled as she reached into her purse and pulled out the key fob. She clicked the button, and the Miata's headlights flashed in response, beckoning her like a lover in the night. The leather seats were cool against her bare thighs as she slid in, the smell of him still lingering faintly. Danielle took a deep breath, trying to steady her racing heart. David was a thing of the past now. She was Danielle, and she had a new life to live.

The engine roared to life, the vibration of the powerful engine sending a thrill through her. She had never driven a stick shift before, but somehow, it felt natural in this new body. The gears clicked into place as she shifted, the car responding to her touch as if it had been made for her. She pulled out of the parking spot and headed towards the exit, the tension in her shoulders gradually easing with each passing second.

Her thoughts were a jumble of emotions: fear, excitement, confusion, and a burning desire that consumed her. Rachel's love for her seemed a distant memory, replaced by the passion that surged through her veins at the thought of her boyfriend. Danielle knew she had to see him, to feel his arms around her, to make sense of this new reality. The city streets blurred by as she drove, the wind playing with her long brown hair.

When she arrived at his apartment, her heart raced with anticipation. She had never felt so alive, so... so female. The door swung open before she could knock, and there he was, Dr. Marcus, a 6 foot 4 black male in his late 40's. "Danielle?" he questioned his excitement evident.

"Hi," she breathed, her cheeks flushing a delicate pink. She stepped inside, the warmth of the room enveloping her in a comforting embrace. The doctor's eyes roved over her, taking in every inch of her transformed body. His gaze was intense, hungry, and for a moment, Danielle felt a thrill of fear. But then he stepped closer, his hand reaching out to trace the line of her jaw, and she knew that she was where she belonged.

The doctor's touch was gentle yet firm, sending electric currents through her body. "I've missed you," he murmured, pulling her into an embrace. The scent of his cologne, something she had never noticed before, now filled her nose, making her head swim with desire. Danielle melted into his arms, feeling the strength of his body against her own. She had never felt so small, so delicate, and it was a heady sensation.

As they kissed, Danielle felt herself falling into a whirlpool of emotions. Rachel's love was a fading memory, replaced by the heat and passion of Dr. Marcus's touch. His hands roamed her body, exploring every curve and angle, as if trying to memorize every inch of her new form. The voice from the MRI whispered in her ear, reminding her of her purpose, and she responded eagerly, her own hands sliding under his lab coat to caress the firm planes of his chest.

They stumbled into the living room, their kisses growing more urgent with each passing second. Danielle felt the couch at the back of her legs and pushed him down, straddling him as he lay back. The fabric of her dress hiked up, revealing the tops of her thighs, and Marcus's gaze grew darker with desire. She reached behind her to unzip the dress, letting it fall in a pool of silk around her. His eyes widened at the sight of her, his hands reaching up to cup her breasts, feeling the weight of them in his palms.

Their kisses grew deeper, their tongues dancing together as they explored each other's mouths. Danielle felt his arousal pressing against her, and she ground her hips into him, feeling his hardness through his pants. The doctor's hands roamed her body, his touch electric, making her skin tingle and her nipples peak. She reached for his zipper, her own breath coming in short gasps.

With a swift motion, she freed him, his huge erection springing forth, thick and demanding. She took him in her hand, marveling at the feel of him, so different from her own body. The head was hot and velvety, and she could feel the pulse of his desire as she stroked him gently. He groaned into her mouth, his hips bucking up to meet her hand. The power she had over him was exhilarating, and she knew that she wanted more.

Danielle slid down his body, her breasts brushing against his chest, leaving a trail of goosebumps in their wake. She took him into her mouth, her eyes never leaving his, and felt him stiffen even further at the warm, wet embrace. His hands tangled in her hair, guiding her as she took him deeper, her tongue swirling around his shaft. She could feel him getting closer to the edge, his breath coming in harsh pants, and she knew that she had him right where she wanted him.

Suddenly, she pulled away, leaving him gasping, his eyes glazed with passion. "Take me to your bed," she demanded, her voice firm yet soft. The doctor's eyes widened at her command, but he complied without a word. They stumbled into his bedroom, the air thick with desire. He pushed her down onto the bed, his body covering hers as he kissed her again, his hands exploring her new body with an urgency that was almost overwhelming.

Danielle could feel herself growing wet, her arousal coating her thighs and the fabric of her panties. She reached down and slid them off, her legs parting invitingly. Marcus looked down at her, his eyes dark with lust. "You're so beautiful," he murmured, his voice hoarse. He trailed kisses down her neck, her collarbone, and between her breasts, his tongue tracing the curve of her cleavage.

Her body arched up to meet his, her hips bucking against his, searching for release. He took his time, teasing her with his kisses and nips, driving her closer and closer to the edge. She could feel the heat building within her, the pressure growing unbearable. "Please," she gasped, her voice a desperate whimper.

He took mercy on her, his hand sliding between her legs to find her clit. He stroked her gently at first, the pad of his thumb circling the sensitive bud. Danielle's breath hitched in her throat, and she clutched at the bedsheets, her body writhing under his touch. The voice from the MRI whispered encouragement in her ear, urging her to give in to her newfound desires. She could feel the walls of her pussy clenching, begging for more.

With a growl, Marcus pulled away from her, his eyes smoldering with passion. He stood up, his erection still standing proud, and began to undress. Danielle watched him, her eyes devouring every inch of his bare skin as it was revealed. He was more muscular than she had ever imagined, his chest hairless and defined. The sight of his huge black cock made her even wetter, and she couldn't wait to feel him inside her.

The doctor took a moment to appreciate her new form, his gaze lingering on her swollen breasts and the dampness between her legs. Then, with a predatory grace, he climbed onto the bed, positioning himself between her thighs. He leaned down to kiss her again, his hand sliding down to tease her opening with a single finger. Danielle moaned into his mouth, her hips bucking up to meet his touch.

With a gentle push, he slid his finger inside her, feeling her tightness grip him. She was so wet, so ready for him. He added a second finger, stretching her, preparing her for what was to come. Danielle's moans grew louder, her body shuddering with pleasure. She had never felt so alive, so full of need. It was like she had been born for this moment, to be with him.

The doctor's thumb found her clit again, rubbing in a slow, steady rhythm that had her back arching off the bed. He watched her face contort with pleasure, his own arousal reaching a fever pitch. He could feel his control slipping, the need to claim her, to make her his own, growing stronger with every passing second.

With a final, gentle kiss, he positioned himself at her entrance, his cock poised to invade her tight, wet warmth. Danielle's eyes were half-closed, her breathing shallow as she awaited his next move. She felt the tip of his cock press against her, the anticipation making her entire body quiver. And then, with a powerful thrust, he was inside her.

Her gasp was muffled by his mouth, their tongues tangling as he filled her completely. The sensation was overwhelming, and she wrapped her legs around his waist, pulling him deeper. He began to move, his hips rolling in a steady rhythm that had her toes curling with every stroke. She had never felt anything like this before, the sensation of being filled, the friction of his body against hers.

The voice in her head grew quieter, the hypnotic suggestions from the MRI fading into the background as the reality of her new life took precedence. David was truly gone, and in her place was Danielle, a woman who craved this kind of passion, who reveled in the feeling of being taken by the man she loved. The doctor's hands gripped her hips, his movements growing more urgent as he drove into her, each thrust sending waves of pleasure crashing through her body.

They moved together in perfect harmony, their breaths mingling in the quiet room. Danielle's mind was a whirlwind of emotions, she threw her head back, her long brown hair cascading over the pillow, as she reached the peak of her climax. The doctor groaned, his body tensing as he followed her over the edge, filling her with his warmth.

Afterwards, they lay tangled in the sheets, the scent of their passion heavy in the air. Marcus pulled her closer, his arm wrapping around her waist. Danielle felt a strange comfort in his embrace, as if she had always belonged there. They didn't speak, the silence between them filled with the unspoken understanding of what had just occurred.

Life moved quickly for Danielle, the days blurring together in a whirlwind of passion and excitement. Marcus had been a doting lover, showering her with gifts and affection. His apartment had become her sanctuary. Each touch, each whispered promise, cemented her role as his trophy girlfriend.

Marcus had introduced her to his luxurious world, a stark contrast to her former life with Rachel. They attended glamorous parties, dined at exclusive restaurants, and shopped at high-end boutiques where the saleswomen treated her with envy and deference. Danielle had never felt so desired, so alive.

Then one night, Marcus took Danielle to the most exclusive restaurant in town. After the most expensive dinner Danielle had ever had, Marcus got down on one knee and proposed. Danielle, with tears in her eyes, accepted. They were married 6 months later.

[fireolin]

Welp, i got an MRI scan on my ankle. Had my fall around 5 weeks ago now and my ankle should be better but it's clearly not. Hasn't improved since my podiatrist did something to it a week ago. I guess that must have made whatever undiagnosed injury it already had worse. Hopefully I'll get some facts from this scan. Now I have to wait until the doctor's appointment to find out, which will be another week unless I can get an earlier cancellation. I hope nothing bad happens in the meantime and that all this waiting isn't making things worse.

[borderlineandconfusedsworld]

“you haven’t made any plans for Halloween or holiday season like you used to. why are you getting so boring? you should come out with us more.”

my fall/winter plans as a chronically ill person:

2-4 surgeries. (depends on what my scans show)

2-3 MRI’s.

new physical therapy.

new CBT therapy with new therapist.

OB-GYN appointments to figure out what will work better to manage my endo.

functional medicine appointment so i can get to the root cause of my issues.

this is why i don’t go out like other people in their early 20’s. i go to work to pay for my medical bills so that i can have a better quality of life than i’ve had the last 4 years. i want to live instead of barely surviving. it’s unfair that i have to live this way, but i’d rather fight for answers & treatments & get better now rather than when i’m 40 & spend 2 more decades suffering.

[begitalarcos]

Hey guys

I thought I would give you a little update on what's going on with my health stuff. I had my 3 month follow up appointment with my neurosurgeon on Monday, and it turns out I have re-herniated the L5 disc in my back and now the L4 disc is slightly herniated there’s also nerve encasement from scar tissue and a whole bunch of other horrendous stuff I have to deal with.

This news was fairly upsetting since early January I was told to “Tough it out” and then asked in this meeting why I did that and never called him… apparently he received additional MRI info from my scan (they injected a dye which takes clearer nerve images) that didn’t show up till February some time, he had called or faxed this info to my family doctor but no one ever called me. Also when I called my family doctor about it later in the day he had no copy of this new info and no fax/email was found either. So f*ck me I guess right?

So I'll be needing surgery again, and at this point we (my dr & I) have discussed and decided that the best course of action is a spinal fusion. Not exactly thrilled about it (my husband had a bit of a breakdown and my mom thinks I should be suing someone) but it’s likely the best course of action considering what's going on right now. Additionally, I also have irreparable nerve damage… because I’ve been “toughing it out” and in doing so - have made things worse. The numbness in my left leg has spread to my heel and my kneecap so walking is not only difficult now, it’s also very very painful.

On top of that I was diagnosed with clinical depression (again) and the new meds I was on gave me crazy heartburn, insomnia and hot flashes. So now my therapist has me doing a full detox. It’s gonna be hell in my head for awhile 😞😮‍💨😔

I really want to thank everyone who has sent me messages, texts and letters even and all the incredible support from people who have donated to my GoFundMe as it has been a very anxious and stressful time for me and also our financial situation is not great as I'm sure you all know by now.

I do hope that with this surgery it will help me be somewhat pain-free again at some point. I really really hope so… I’m trying to remain optimistic.

It hasn't been scheduled yet but my surgeon is trying to get it rushed to have it done ASAP, so likely this or next month. Not really sure what’s gonna happen but hopefully it all turns out well.

Much love

- B

I included my GoFundMe link if anyone is able to help out - even just to reblog. 💚❤️💚