#just want the surgery to be done and then 3 weeks of radiation therapy

[wireddless]

Ever Yours (Vanya H. x Reader

A/N: (recent update: this was written before elliot came out,) this was kind of a cope fic after discovering my sister has cancer, It’s really sad I’m sorry :(

Warnings: Cancer, death, it’s really sad :/

Word count: 2738

My beloved Vanya,

That was corny, I’m sorry, I don’t really know how to start this.

Vanya half expected it. Every time she fell in love she would lose them, or never have them in the first place. So when (Y/n) was diagnosed with Stage III Sarcoma, located mainly in her left arm, she couldn’t cry. Of course she was hurt and scared, but she was used to it by now.

After dating for 3 months, saying I love you, nearly being murdered twice, and dating for another year and a half, she almost let her guard down. But when Dr. Wilson spoke, she became cold and hard again.

“. . .we don’t know how long you have left, but we can assume within the next 3 years. There is a procedure to remove the main tumor, but it’s extremely pricey, and can be considered dangerous, and if it’s not done soon, it could mutate to stage four.”

When Dr. Wilson diagnosed me with Stage III Sarcoma, I already knew I didn’t have long. Whether it was three years, three months, or three weeks, I knew it’d be soon.

“I…I’m ok with a surgery, if I can afford it, but what other treatment plans are there?” The woman next to Vanya spoke.

“Radiation and Chemotherapy are both options, but radiation will be easier on your body given the circumstances.” The doctor wrote something down on a paper.

“We’ll do Radiation then.” Vanya spoke up. She couldn’t stand to see her like this, pale, gaunt, dark circles decorating under her eyes like fallout from dark eyeshadow. “And my family can pay for the surgery.” She looked over and gently took (Y/n)’s hand, who was giving her a somewhat angry look.

…

“I can make my own decisions about my body, you know.” (Y/n) spoke first after leaving the doctor’s office room. Muted thumps were heard as they took the stairs to the first floor.

When you said we’d do radiation therapy, I knew you were trying to do what was best for me. I knew you were just as scared as I was. And I reacted in anger, and I’m sorry for that.

“I was just trying to make it easier, I don’t want you to get sicker.” Vanya tried reasoning with her.

“You didn’t even give me a chance to decide!” They walked out of the building. “What if I don’t want to try radiation therapy?” She stopped as they walked towards Vanya’s car, leaving Vanya to stop two or three steps later.

“I’m sorry, okay? Can we just get in the car?” Vanya stared at her, stressed out and fidgeting with the zipper of her jacket.

“Fine, fine!” (Y/n) stomped to the passenger door and slammed it shut as she got in, leaving Vanya to get in the driver’s seat a moment later.

The ride back to Vanya’s apartment was mostly silent. (Y/n) didn’t even attempt to speak, because she knew she’d only get more upset. If not for Vanya trying to speak for her, then for herself. It was really just now hitting her, and Vanya could see it.

When it finally hit me, that I was going to die sooner rather than later, I was scared, realizing I’d be leaving you. When I realized that you’d feel the way you did when everyone else left, it broke me.

From the way she squeezed her handbag, to the tapping of her foot, to the tears in her eyes. The shock was just now hitting her. As Vanya pulled into her parking space, getting ready to get out, a sob left (Y/n)’s throat. Vanya dropped her keys and immediately slid over the center console.

Her hands found their way around (Y/n), letting her head rest on her shoulder. Sobs wracked her body, and Vanya felt her arms wrap around her. Vanya brought one of her hands up to her woman’s hair, petting it gently, trying to find some way to calm her down.

Of course, she knew that (Y/n) needed to cry, she was terrified. Vanya knew she wouldn’t understand the type of fear, but she could get the extent of it. She placed a kiss on the side of her head, leaving her face there to enjoy the smell of her hair.

If it weren’t for you, I’d probably have died a lot sooner, succumbing to my depression when I lost mom. But you were there for me and for that I’m so thankful. From the comforting words you’d give me, to the way you’d let me listen to you play the violin to help me sleep,

“Hey, why don’t we go inside, so we can make this more comfortable.” The crying woman on Vanya nodded in response, leaving Vanya to reach into the driver's seat to grab her keys and bag, and then to lean back over to open the door. The two women slipped out of the car, one under the other's arm, and walked into the building.

After a flight of stairs and a couple yards of walking, they found their way into Vanya’s apartment. The moment the door shut behind them, (Y/n) collapsed to the floor in Vanya’s arms, sobbing profusely. Her body curled up in Vanya’s lap, gripping her the way a child would be if they were about to be ripped from their mother.

Vanya didn’t know what to say, but she knew she was crying when she felt salty droplets slide down her face. She knew she was crying when she felt her own body shake, coming to the realization that the chances of coming back from this were low. She knew she was crying when she felt the snot and tears and sweat fall into (Y/n)’s hair, just like (Y/n)’s wet hers.

You always knew how to comfort me. You would always hold my hand, and rub little circles with your thumb, or you’d hold me and let me wet your shoulder down with snot. You were perfect, and you still are.

Vanya felt (Y/n)’s hands unwrap from her, and cup her face. “Don’t cry over me.” She laughed, trying to lighten the mood. She placed thought out kisses all over Vanya’s face, making Vanya laugh as well. “You’re so perfect.”

…

It was the day of the surgery, and (Y/n) was beyond excited. Of course Vanya was terrified, but she put on a brave face for her. (Y/n) was in a wheelchair, doped up on the meds she was given to take every day a week prior to surgery.

They were supposed to help with nerves and to make the anesthesia kick in easier, considering she could wake up during the surgery. Vanya didn’t mind pushing the wheelchair for her, hell, if Vanya could stay in the room during the procedure she would. But she understood how tedious it was.

They were informed by Dr. Wilson himself that they would have to amputate her arm, and (Y/n) seemed ok with that, while Vanya was still uneasy. Vanya was uneasy about the whole process, while her girlfriend seemed to be taking it extraordinary well.

Cancer didn’t really seem to be what it was portrayed in the media. It was scary yes, but it wasn’t a whole pity party. Life continued on as normal, except for the fact that (Y/n) had stage iii cancer and she had grown far weaker than what she actually was.

Vanya sat next to her in the waiting room, holding her hand, listening to her quietly giggle at trivial things. Vanya was beyond thankful for the television on the wall in the corner of the room, keeping them both occupied. Some sort of cooking show was playing, and this southern red-headed woman was teaching her viewers how to make French toast, but with croissants.

As the lady on the T.V. was dusting her work with powdered sugar, a doctor walked in.

“(Y/n)?” She looked up from her clipboard with a kind smile. Vanya stood and helped push her over to the doctor. “Hi, my name is Doctor Geru, I’ll be her standard surgeon.” She took (Y/n)’s hand, and then Vanya’s. “The process should take around three hours. We’ll take her from here dear, she’s in good hands.”

Vanya nodded and thanked the doctor. Instead of staying there, she drove to the academy. Five’s shock upon seeing her couldn’t be matched. He had expected her to come visit sometime soon, because he had been on the phone with her when Vanya explained the cancer. As Vanya sat on the couch in the lounge, she let out a sob.

Five had called me and told me about how you went to the academy during my surgery. I didn’t know how scared you were until he did.

Five immediately sat next to her, knowing that she needed the emotional support. As Five wrapped his arms around her, she shook violently from the sobs.

“I’m so scared, Five.” Her voice was high and shaken. Five rubbed her back gently. He had seen Vanya cry before, hell, when they were kids Vanya would go to him or Klaus for emotional support. Speak of the Devil.

Klaus had stepped in, witnessing the emotional scene before him. Five looked up and saw him, drinking vodka, or some sort of alcoholic substance, from a coffee mug. Klaus quickly set his glass down and ran over to sit on the other side of her. He wrapped his arms around her and she sobbed between the two of them.

“I don’t know what to do if I lose her,” Vanya gripped Five’s shirt, and leaned her head back on Klaus. “And even if she doesn’t go, what if I can’t be there for her as much as she needs and she hates me?” Her rambles only brought more pity to her. Klaus, of course, had a deeper understanding of losing someone like that, and it only brought him to a few tears as well.

The family had grown very close to (Y/n), and they all loved her very much, but they all knew that losing her would hit Vanya the hardest. This was the longest anyone had ever been with her, and in that time she’d become head-over-heels in love with her. She knew the family would be there for her, and make sure she doesn’t lose herself to depression, but she knew she’d push them away.

And that was why (Y/n) was fighting so hard. Whether or not she was ready to go, she couldn’t bear to leave Vanya unless she knew she could handle it.

I’m fucking terrified. But I know it’ll be ok. I talked to Klaus about what would happen if I did go. And I’m sure he’s told you what I’m trying to tell you.

Klaus knew that (Y/n) wouldn’t head into the light until she was sure Vanya would be ok. The night she was diagnosed she called him. She begged and begged to accompany him and talk with Vanya through him until she was sure it was safe to go. And with no reluctance, Klaus agreed.

After about two and half hours of just sitting and getting it all out, Vanya stood.

“I need to go back, she needs me there when she wakes up.” Klaus and Five understood.

…

The hospital waiting room was crowded and stuffy, but Vanya waited. She waited until Dr. Geru slipped into the waiting room and guided her into the room where (Y/n) was sleeping. Her arm was bandaged, and it seemed to be amputated at the elbow.

It was now, after seeing her own family so healthy, that she realized how sick (Y/n) looked. The dark circles under her eyes looked worse than ever, her hair wasn’t as full, and her jaw was far more prominent.

Vanya took her remaining hand and brought it up to her mouth, kissing the knuckles gently. Vanya could see her eyes flutter a bit, before opening fully.

“Vanya?” Her voice was hoarse. Vanya let out a small laugh and pulled her into a tight hug. “Can you get me a glass of water?” Vanya kissed her head and nodded. The trip to the dispenser was short, mainly because the recovery room was right next to the check-in desk on that floor, but also because Vanya couldn’t stand to be away for more than thirty seconds.

When she came back, (Y/n) was staring at her arm, or lack-there-of. It was amputated at the elbow, and it sure bothered her. She looked up at Vanya, who was holding a little paper cone of water. She went to reach with her right arm, but soon realized how pointless that was, reaching with her left instead. Vanya placed the cup in her hand and helped keep it steady as she brought it to her mouth.

“Vanya, it’s all just hitting me.” (Y/n) spoke as Vanya threw the cup away. “I have cancer.” She laughed quietly, genuinely amused by the fact. The anesthesia obviously had yet to wear off.

Vanya’s lips tightened into a small line as she set the cup down and pulled (Y/n) into a hug. She did her best not to cry, but it was really hard.

Vanya, I’m scared.

Recovering from the surgery took a while, and Vanya stayed home for most of it. Things were starting to look up.

“(Y/n), I’m going to head to practice, is that alright?” Vanya looked over at (Y/n) who was sitting on the couch next to her.

“Yeah! I’ll be fine. I can even try to make dinner while you're out.” She replied. Vanya chuckled at this and pulled her into a tight hug.

“Don’t push yourself.” Vanya kissed her forehead.

“I won’t.” She looked up at Vanya, smiling. “Besides, an hour and a half is enough to make dinner.”

“If you say so.” Vanya kissed her gently, holding her in the most loving embrace.

“I love you, Vanya.”

“I love you too.”

I’d be lying if I said I wasn’t. I guarantee that even Five is afraid of death.

Practice went by like a breeze. She managed to keep first chair and almost everyone was understanding of the situation.

“Yeah well, I do have to go now, she made dinner and I don’t want to leave her waiting.” Vanya said goodbye to the director and got in her car, letting out a shaker breath. She expected practice to go far worse.

The drive home was rather short, as she didn’t live that far from where the orchestra met. She excitedly ran up the stairs to her apartment and opened the door.

Something wasn’t right.

“(Y/n)? Vanya walked into the kitchen expecting to see her finishing up. Then she looked down.

Vanya, I’ll never stop loving you. I know I didn’t have much to give you, but you still loved me. You still took care of me. And you never stopped fighting for me.

The next few hours were a blur. Vanya remembered speeding to the hospital with her lover, barely breathing in the seat next to her. She remembered calling ahead as she ran every red light she could for them to be ready. She remembered them making her wait in the emergency room. She remembered being told by the doctor outside (Y/n)’s room that her body had not responded to the therapy.

Vanya remembered the way she held her hand so tightly, even though she was fully unconscious.

She remembered hearing the flatline.

She remembered being forced out of the hospital room as they tried to revive (Y/n).

She remembered sobbing as she fought her way back in, fighting to control her own powers.

Vanya remembered Five and Klaus rushing to the hospital, and comforting her as she begged to go back in to see (Y/n).

I love you, Vanya.

The funeral was short and private. The entire academy was there. Vanya didn’t remember much of anything else.

But she did remember Klaus going to her old room with her, and pulling something out from under the pillow.

“It’s for you.” He said, handing her the envelope. “She told me she left something here for you.”

Ever yours,

(Y/n).

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[anotherbeingsworld]

Always and forever.

Pairing: Bryce Lahela x F!MC (Casey Valentine) 

Book: Open Heart

Word Count: 4211

Warnings: MAJOR CHARACTER DEATH, mentions of death. 

Disclaimer:All the characters belong to Pixelberry. I do not own anything, except the storyline. 

A/N: *hides myself*Hi! This is officially my second Bryce x MC fic that I manage to write! This is a different take on the story, its a storyline that I have wanted to write for a long time. It is a pretty cliche’ trope for me to write, but I am a sucker for those stuff. Its a bit angsty-ish aswell! In this universe, it was years after the incidents from the first book! And, i apologize in advance for any grammar mistakes since english is not my first language!  I want to thank @maria-soederberg for checking for errors, and for all the medical reference in this book! <3  AHH, i am freaking out inside since its my new story, i felt a bit giddy, anxious everything while typing this! So, I hope you all enjoy! Also, missing Bryce Lahela hours :’) 

Tags: @choicessa @annekebbphotography ! 

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Always and forever.

The wind was blowing on Casey’s face, as she stared at the view upon her. She had felt everything that life had thrown at her - love, friendship, happiness, and even loss. As a doctor, she faces something different every day in her life. It's either, a new decease or the death of a patient.

Some people she meets tend to leave a mark on her life. Mrs Martinez who had passed away after getting a medication injected that promised to be a cure for her Rhodes diseases, having the chance of fulfilling her dream. 

She had faced it all - pain and happiness. She didn’t know much about life before she met Bryce Lahela, a surgical resident she met on her first day of her medical residency. He had shown her what life is about – that life has more to offer than work and medicine.

His brown eyes shone every day as he walked through the halls of Edenbrook, his smile made those around feel a bit giddy. He also gave people a wink, especially female co-workers. It became his signature and a way to boost his confidence. No one would know what really goes on his mind, as long as he has this cheerful demeanour.  

Casey recalls the second day of her residency as if it wasn’t long ago. She remembers she had messed up the patients’ charts, and on top of that her boss Dr Ethan Ramsey gave her hell. He was used to her being a good doctor, knowing what to do. But on that day he was disappointed and so was she. Her confidence was shaken, she felt hot tears stung in her eyes. Casey hurried up to arrive in the empty and hollowed hallway of the hospital where nobody ever goes. It was an old wing where the surgery rooms used to be. Now that they had moved into another part of the hospital, no one ever goes through these halls. A perfect place for Casey to calm down.

Her legs gave in and she slowly slides down the wall towards the floor. She felt like she failed in her dream to become a good doctor. She worked so hard to get here and she feels like she had ruined her chance. When that realisation hits her, she feels the tears rolling down her cheeks. She buries her face into her hands and sobs quietly. Casey is so in thoughts that she doesn’t notice the presence next to her.

"Hey, rough day?" He spoke in a comforting tone.

She just nodded as she wiped away the tears that were still forming. At this point, she didn't mind the company anymore. She had become too exhausted to shoo the person next to her away.

"Me too, I became too over-confident and ended up making a mistake. Dr Tanaka already taught me about the surgery and how to proceed. But yet I still made the mistake so he threw me out of the surgery and took over.”

Casey nodded in understanding as they sat in comfortable silence with each other. The silence was therapeutic for both of them. And that moment was the beginning of something special. Something by far greater than birthdays or festive. But, it all went crashing down on the 5th of October.

Bryce Lahela had been diagnosed with lung cancer. He saw it coming because his childhood was a rebellious stage in his life. He had joined all the gangs that someone possible could join, which include illegal activities including a huge amount of cigarettes and other harmful activities that can hurt the lung.

He remembered the day of his diagnosis. How he suddenly felt nausea and difficulty in breathing. It caused him to faint in the middle of the halls of the hospital . The difficulty of breathing caused the brain to not get enough oxygen. The result was him passing out before he even hit the floor. He doesn’t remember how he got into the treatment room, but he remembers after waking up that Dr Ramsey was standing in front of him. A patient chart in his hand – his patient chart. He only explained they have to make a few test before being sure. And of course, Bryce followed through. After he was finished with all the test, he was assigned to a patient room. He heard footsteps echoing outside his patient room. And then Dr Ramsey, Dr Emery and Dr Valentine – Casey came into the room. Casey had red eyes, as if she had cried. Dr Emery and Dr Ramsey look at him as if they had lost a fight. She makes her way first to him, pulling him into a tight hug. He was surprised by the hug but welcomed it. Bryce didn't let go of her He knew something was wrong when Sienna, Elijah and Jackie enter the room as well. One time, he explained that whenever he gets a terrible diagnose, he doesn’t want to be alone when he gets the revelation.

Dr Ramsey makes his way to him with his results.

"Dr. Lahela, how are you feeling now?" He asked. Dr Emery steps forward and stands next to Ethan.

"I feel better but my head hurts a little." He replied gesturing to his head that was wrapped in a bandage.

"We have your results and, we have bad news." Dr Emery said.

Bryce raised an eyebrow and his voice was filled with uncertainty, "What does it say?"

"I'm sorry Bryce but you have been diagnosed with stage 4 lung cancer. We had seen several symptoms that matched. As you might have noticed we brought you into a CT to see what could have caused the symptoms. On the pictures we have seen space-consuming lesion. After a few more test we found out that this space is a malignant tumor. We also have found out that it had unfortunately spread beyond the lungs." Dr Ramsey explained to him.

He nods expectantly, accepting the diagnosis that was given to him. Casey felt her heart stop at the word 'cancer'. She didn't believe what she was hearing, she doesn't want it to be true. She shook her head in disbelief as she glanced at him.

"It can't be, please tell me it's not true." She screamed in disbelief, Bryce immediately placed his arms around her waist pulling her into him.

"It’s gonna be okay Cas." Bryce pulled a crying Casey into his arms.

"We have set up a treatment for you, we will include you for chemo and we are suggesting radiotherapy or ERBT (External beam of radiation therapy), which delivers high doses of radiation to lung cancer cells from outside the body to kill cancer cells. We need you to stay in the hospital for a few weeks to make our examinations easier. We can let you go for a few days, but we need someone to supervise you during those times. Do you have any family Dr. Lahela?" Dr. Ramsey asked him.

He shook his head, his family was never in the picture. He was cut out from his family except for her sister Keiki. They had been in contact with each other but she couldn't look after him. And he doesn’t even know if he should tell her any of this. She just found a place in college and works out a plan for her life. His illness would just get in the way, and he really doesn’t want this.

"I can." Casey said as she stood up from Bryce's hospital bed and make her way towards Dr. Ramsey.

"Rookie, are you sure?" He asked for confirmation and she immediately nods without hesitation.

Bryce was speechless. She would take him under her care, she would be his assistant.

"Cas, are you sure? I don't want to be a burden to you, and with my condition it’s gonna be a hard one." Bryce questioned her decision.

"I want to Bryce, I owe it to you.. You’ve done so much for me. Now it is time that I do something for you. And it isn’t just me, all of us, we are here for you, we are going to help you." Casey gestured towards their friends.

He smiled at her response, and nod in appreciation.

"Can I have a minute alone with Dr. Lahela? Thank you." Dr. Ramsey said as all of his friends leave the room including Dr. Emery too.

"What's the details Dr. Ramsey?"

"I don't want to break this news in front of the others but, based on your condition now. There is a 4.7 percent chance for you to live for the next five years. We don't have the exact calculations but, the tumour inside your lungs had been spread throughout your body, almost hitting some major parts of your body. Even with treatment, we cannot promise you to win the fight against the cancer. We can only help the cancer to not continue to grow. And to give you a bit more time. At the end, we calculated that you might have approximately 6 months to live. Only with the treatment, without the treatment, you might not survive this month. " Dr. Ramsey stated with a sad tone in his voice.

Six months, 183 days.

After his conversation with Ramsey, Bryce unexpectedly pulled him into a sudden hug. Ethan didn't question his intentions instead he gave into the hug. It lasted a few moments before he leaves the room, leaving Bryce with his thoughts. He knew back then, he knew the risk from his actions before but he was stubborn. He let himself get into the wrong group and ended up with a decease that can’t be cured anymore because his cancer is too far.

He glanced around the room, his days were numbered and he decided to make the most of the life he was given. He immediately dialed Keiki's number, to drop the news leaving no details behind. He decided to give her a chance to know what is going on in his life. Maybe she wants to visit him and have at least the last moments with her brother before he leaves them forever.

After the conversation ended, Casey makes her way back to the room. He smiled at her presence, and he took a deep breath.

"Casey, where are the others?" He asked looking around for their friends.

"They went to get some food for you, and I think Elijah is making a stop to the restroom." She replied as she took a seat beside his bed.

Bryce smiled at the thought, he was debating on telling her about the final detail.

He took a deep breath, and said: "6 months." He said quietly, louder than a whisper but quieter than a shout.

Casey didn't understand what he meant, until a few moments later. Her eyes went wide at his words.

"Is it what I think it is?" Her voice breaks as she said it. She is in disbelief, he knew the truth would break her but he didn't want to leave her in the dark.

"I'm still here, Cas, and I'm not going anywhere now." He said softly as he traces circles on her back. She sat on the bed, and felt her tears flowing once more. He is still here, he is going to make it. 6 months, is just a number. And just an assumption. There were many cases where people with stage four cancer lived longer than the number they were told. Maybe Bryce is one of them.

They sat in the position for a long time before she decided to go back home. As soon as she arrived at home, she curled into a ball, as she silently cried in her room. The night was hard, she barely slept. She doesn’t know how life will be like when he is gone.

The next day, she managed to make it through her shift with a smile plastered on her face. It was not easy to get through the shift. Ethan sometimes asked if she is okay, but after she said ‘yes’ all the time, he noticed that she doesn’t want to talk about it.

Back at home, she heard a knock on her door, and Sienna makes her way inside the room. She was in her pajamas, and with a couple of stuff. She brought some ice cream and a few pillows.

"Hey, let's have a sleepover together. I want to cheer you up." Sienna explaines as she sat on her bed. Casey sat on her bed and smiled weakly at her.

"Thank you, Sienna, I just thought that I could be strong. I want to be strong for him, but I can't." She explained which ended up with her crying again. Sienna placed the pillows and ice cream down before she started holding a crying Casey in her arms.

As the next day arrived the truth hit her harder than before. She packed herself an overnight bag to bring to the hospital with her. She decided to look after Bryce after she finishes her shift. After she was done working her shift, she finally was able to go to Bryce’s room. She finds him eating his dinner alone but judging by his face, he doesn’t like the hospital food much.

"I wished I had some ice cream now, Cas. This hospital food is killing me." Bryce says as she laughs at his antics.

"Well, I could bring you a scoop if you promise to finish up your food." She offers which made his eyes light up in joy.

"Thank you, you're a lifesaver." He expresses his gratitude and continues finishing his food.

She smiles at him, and continues to accompany him for the night. She ended up falling asleep as well. The days keep being like that for them, she would be there for him every night until the day arrived where he was released from the hospital. He was released from the hospital by one condition. He had to be monitored at home. Casey has to make sure that his heartrate continues and that his oxygen saturation is constantly above 85%.

The day he was released, Keiki made her presence at his apartment. Casey was introduced to Bryce's little sister, who is not that little anymore. In the mornings, Keiki would be his assistance while Casey was at work. All of the hospital staff had taken the opportunity to help him any way they can including Dr. Ramsey himself.

One day, Keiki and Casey were having lunch together.

"Thank you for looking after Bryce, Casey." Keiki suddenly says.

"It is nothing, I knew he would do this to me as well." She says as she glances at his room.

"He told me the other day, he was grateful for you. Everything you've done for him. I know I didn't have a chance to get to know him properly because of mom and dad but, I get to know him now before it’s too late and it’s everything." Keiki explains, her voice soft.

"I am grateful for him, and I feel like when it comes to him. It is one of my weaknesses. I  care about him a lot, and hearing the news makes me feel sad. I am not ready to lose him yet, he …" She stops, realizing she's been crying.

Keiki rubbed her back and gestures to his room.

"I believe that you should tell him how you feel, life isn't stopping for anybody. Six months for him is all that he got." She suggests before making her way to the living room, leaving Casey alone in the kitchen.

Casey takes a deep breath, and makes her way to his room. She sees him on the bed, he is resting after a long day of treatment. She takes a seat beside his bed, and his head shots up at her presence.

"Hey Lahela, how are you doing?" Casey asks while checking his vitals. So far heart rate looks good, no extra syncopes on the ECG, and his saturation is constantly between 89% and 95%.

"I'm doing good, although I feel like my energy is drained out of me, every day."

"Hey, you're still here. It's all that matters." Casey says to him and he smiles weakly at her.

"So, what's the purpose of your visit to Casa de Lahela." He gestures at his room.

"I wanted to check on you and, I have something to get out of my chest." Casey smiles at him, as she squeezes his hand.

"Consider me checked, did I ever tell you how lucky I am to have you here." He admits quietly as his eyes gaze into hers.

She feels her cheeks burn from the sensation, she decides to lie down beside him. She squeezes herself into the space left on the bed.

"I don't want to lose you." She admits quietly as she lies her head on his chest.

"You will never lose me, Cas, I am always here with you. You can’t get rid of me easily." Bryce explains to her with the same amount of confidence that he always has.

"I know, I just can't bear the thought of knowing that you are sick. I-I love you Bryce. These few months had made me realize  that I am in love with you, and I am not ready to lose you yet." She confesses  while looking him straight into his eyes.

He placed a kiss on her forehead, "I love you too, Cas, being a sick dude made me realize it. You are the one person who wanted to accompany me after a long day of work, the way you bring me ice cream every once in a while make me fell for you, Casey Valentine. I-" He stops suddenly, gasping for air. Casey’s head shots up to the monitor. His heart rate shows ventricular fibrillation and his saturation went down to 65%. Casey stood up and called the hospital to send an ambulance immediately. After that she starts with chest compression, as long as the doctor needs so they can use the defibrillator.

Clueless, Keiki stepped into the room and stop in her tracks. She saw her brother lying on the bed, unconscious, Casey on top of him trying to reanimate him. Keiki doesn’t know what to do, she has never helped before.

“Let the paramedics in!” Casey orders.

After a few moments, the paramedics arrive and instantly build up the defibrillator. After they shocked him two times, Casey decides to intubate him so that he is not having any lack of oxygen. After a successful attempt, they load him into the ambulance and rush him into the ambulance and into some tests to see how much worse his conditions are.

In the hospital they rush him onto the ICU where gets put onto life support. Dr Ethan Ramsey looks over his vitals and looks at Keiki and Casey who stood there shocked.

“Keiki, you’re his sister. I have to give you the decision. Your brother only lives right now, because he is on life support. He will not wake up again, his cancer is too far for him to survive. The cancer made his lungs collapse which means that he will never breathe on his own. So, I ask you, Keiki. Shall I turn of the machines and help him die peacefully.”

Keiki sobs and Casey puts a comforting arm around her. She closes her eyes, not wanting to witness the situation in front of her. 

“I love my brother, but I know he would want to leave the world as soon as he has no chance to live without support.” Keiki starts. “Turn it off, Dr Ramsey.”

Ethan nods and turns off the machines, he injects Bryce an amount of morphia to save him from pain or any other obstacles.

After a while fighting, Bryce finally let himself go. The monitor showing flat lines, no breathing rate, no heart rate and no saturation left. Bryce Lahela has left the world.

Time of death, 8 p.m.

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The whole Edenbrook community was shocked at the news of his sudden death. Casey felt her heart break into bits and pieces. She thought about their conversation before and let herself cry a bit longer.

A few weeks later, Bryce's funeral was happening. The rain is pouring as the day went on, she never imagined that this would occur to her. Losing the one you love is the greatest pain that one could ever go through.

Many of his co-workers had come to say their farewell and even his family made an appearance. Casey stood there with her friends close by, she dreaded this day. The sadness, the emptiness she felt at that moment. It was unbearable. There was this emptiness that Bryce had left behind. This funeral made the loss of someone she loved dearly more realistic. At first, she was able to pretend that this was just a nightmare of hers, but seeing he was buried in front of her, she has to accept the fact that he will never come back.

After it ends, Casey lingers at the cemetery for a while along with Keiki by her side.

"He left you this, I found it when we were cleaning up his place before. I think he wants you to have it," Keiki says as she hands her a letter that is sealed.

"Thank you, Keiki."

"No, thank you, Casey for all you've done for him." Keiki pulls her into a hug, and make her way back to the car.

Casey starts to head back leaving the cemetery behind. She decided to live not only for her but also for Bryce. During that time she wasn’t able to read the letter yet. It was too heart-breaking.

It’s been a year since the event that no one ever expected. She makes her way up to a hill. Rocket Hill was one of Bryce's favourite spots to hang, and hike during his days. She holds a polaroid of him standing on top of the exact hill proudly making his mark for the world. 

The wind was blowing on Casey’s face, as she looks at the view in front of her. The view from the hill was spectacular. The city of Boston could be seen from a distance. After a few moments, she takes a seat on a bench facing the city. The letter from Bryce was in her hand. She knew she needed a perfect time, and now that time has come. She took a deep breath and slowly opens the letter

Hey Casey,

It's me or Jackie would call ‘the scalpel jockey’ here, I feel like I'm healing every day but I know that's not the truth. We all gotta end somewhere, and I can feel my end is coming closer. I don't want to make you worry but well, I did make you worry, right? Love, I have no idea what to write or say now but Keiki forced me to write and well, we gotta start somewhere right? So, If I'm writing this... It means my time is uo. I just want to speak some truth here. I was cut off from my family when I finished high school. I have been living on my own for a long time. Keiki was the only family I knew, and med school was hard because they knew to whom the name Lahela belongs. But, being here at Edenbrook made me realize I have a family after all. My family are my friends. We may not be related by blood but we're gonna stick together till the end. My time here also led me to you; Casey Valentine, the future of Edenbrook. You stood by me from the beginning until this very moment and I want to say thank you. Life with this decease had made me realize that time is precious, and it should be spent with those we love and cherish.  Every day was a special one because you were in it and I wouldn't have it any other way. Well, that's enough of cheesy Bryce for one day. If you ever doubt yourself in anything, remember that you are enough as a human, a doctor, and a friend. Okay?

Love,

Bryce 'Scalpel Jockey' Lahela.

PS: Don’t be afraid to fall in love again, Casey. I want someone to make you as happy as I made you. I want you to have a family of your own, and please take care of Keiki. <3

Despite the sadness from the letter, she feels herself smile at the letter, holding it tight not wanting it to get away. She looks up at the sky, seeing the sky had changed its colours. She smiles at the scenery upon her and starts to enjoy it. She knows Bryce would have wanted it. And even though she has lost the one person she has loved so much, she will continue to live her life for them. But Bryce Lahela, will always be her first love, and she will never love anyone the same as she loved him. Bryce is her forever, and he will always be.

THE END

A/N #2: Hey! I hope you guys enjoy reading it as much as I enjoy writing it, I never had any particular experience from what I wrote but, I have been wanting to write this for a long time! I really hope I get to deliver it, it was hard to share this to you guys, but I wanted too! Don’t forget to like, reblog and even comment anything! It would really mean a lot! Once again, thank you for reading it! <3

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clicking here of your teeth is taped to ensure that it can be compared to the brand-new lighter shade complying with treatment. You will certainly need to go to the practice to be determined for your whitening trays, which are made to fit your mouth precisely. When the trays prepare, your dental professional will certainly show you how to utilize them. You ought to put a percentage of whitening gel in the trays as well as use them over night through your dental practitioner suggests-- usually in between two as well as 3 weeks.

It is an entirely secure, pain-free and extremely efficient teeth whitening treatment that allows our dental experts to bleach your teeth within a hr. We can aid you to achieve the degree of the teeth brightness you prefer-- from normally white to Hollywood bright. Prior to undergoing treatment your dental professional might suggest that you see the oral hygienist to eliminate discoloration and also tartar to prepare your teeth. This procedure guarantees your teeth prepare to receive the whitening application as well as guarantees the appropriate shade is achieved. The follow-up for our at-home teeth whitening choice is essentially a 'leading up'-- you would just need to acquire more whitening gel instead of brand-new trays. One of the largest advantages of at-home teeth whitening is that the trays can be kept and used again.

Why are my teeth spotty after whitening?

White spots on the surface of your teeth are usually the result of a loss of minerals in your tooth's enamel layer. It is not uncommon for patients to notice these white spots on the surface of their teeth, especially after completing an at-home teeth whitening treatment.

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This is due to the reduced dose of hydrogen peroxide that these kits contain. To maintain your smile white and bright, we can give you with refill sets for your whitening therapies. Each refill package is an extra cost to your preliminary therapy and also can be ordered in songs or packs of 2 or 3 to suit your needs and also budget. Store Whitening is a residence whitening kit given to you by your dental professional. They have 2 different treatment alternatives; a day treatment and a night treatment; the only difference in between both therapies is the size of time they are worn. The evening time therapy is developed to be put on for 4 hours or overnight, whereas the day treatment is to be worn for 1 hour a day. It can be traced all the way back to the old Egyptians where it was viewed as a symbol of wide range as well as charm to have whiter teeth; a pattern that has actually continued throughout background.

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This is my main blog, I mostly do Tarot and other divination services on here, and most often it is for FREE. Which, this is NOT fair to me, but none of ya 'll know about my struggle.. bug it is real hear me out, yo.

ABOUT ME

I am nearly 30 years old now and I was actually first off diagnosed with Ovarian cysts at the age as young as 14 yrs old, yes, I was 16 by the time it went untreated and had spread all through my ovaries and to all the fallopian tubes and my uterus... then untreated still another couple years (because of poor health care in my smaller rural communities including my hometown) then at 19 my whole entire uterine lining was xomething of a mess, the doctors said basically all there woukd have been to prevent it from dpreading the cancer elsewhere would have been a full out take of my sexual organs , i believe the term is a hysterectomy....but on my paperwork i see here that it says that I was to undergo something else... + + The removal of an ovary together with the Fallopian tube is called salpingo-oophorectomy or unilateral salpingo-oophorectomy (USO). When both ovaries and both Fallopian tubes are removed.

But that did not happdn due to complications. So now, its spread to my other organs as youd guess, spleen, liver, kidneys, etc...it is a shitttSHOW I knowe.

This is why I would appreciate it if some one, any one would stand up for me ..just have a say in whether I eat today or not, or whether I stay in this residence without having to move this winter, I mean, Winter, its settling in.,,

I do not always feel totally blessed to be me; But ai I cannot complain when the bills is caught up and I gots good food at home(and the fight food, I am on a special expensive diet)

Cancer is expensive…AF!  If you have cancer, this is no news to you. But until cancer happened to me, I had no idea how expensive it truly was.  I think it’s safe to say that that seeing how much it will cost to undergo treatment is almost as frightening as getting the actual cancer diagnosis.  My diagnosis has definitely opened my eyes to the shocking reality of the financial burden that cancer causes for an individual and their family.  The astronomical expenses that accrue from treatments, tests, surgeries, scans, integrative therapies, etc are outrageous! While there are both public and private health insurance that defray medical and drug costs, huge out-of-pocket costs can be devastating to patients and force major changes in their lives. I’ve had to make several changes and my life has been affected indefinitely due to the financial burden that cancer has caused. The financial stress it causes for people during treatment until remission alone is hard, but imagine living with cancer where the treatments, doctor visits, tests and lifestyle adjustments are ever enduring, like when you have metastatic cancer.  It’s life altering… to say the least.

HOW MUCH DOES CANCER TREATMENT ACTUALLY COST?

This is an impossible question to answer. The cost of treatment obviously varies from individual to individual based on their diagnosis, the type of treatment they will require and the longevity of the treatment.  However, the “typical” cost of breast cancer looks a little something like this according to recent studies.

“For patients covered by health insurance, out-of-pocket costs for breast cancer treatment typically consist of doctor visit, lab and prescription drug copays as well as coinsurance of 10%-50% for surgery and other procedures, which can easily reach the yearly out-of-pocket maximum. Breast cancer treatment typically is covered by health insurance, although some plans might not cover individual drugs or treatments. For patients not covered by health insurance, breast cancer treatment typically costs $15,000-$50,000 or more for a mastectomy or $17,000 to $35,000 or more for a lumpectomy followed by radiation.”

New cancer drugs are being approved at a fast pace.  Numerous are approved each year and new drugs are constantly in trial and in the pipeline to be FDA approved. In the past, these drugs might cost around $10,000 for a year’s treatment. But newer studies have found that newly-approved cancer drugs carry price tags between $120,000 and $170,000!  One of the drugs I take as part of my daily cocktail, is a newly FDA approved drug called Ibrance… for heavily pretreated ER+ metastatic patients.  It has worked wonders for me but a month supply of this drug is over $12,000.  I am blessed to have good coverage, but not all people are as fortunate.

“Depending on the individual case and the type and number of treatments needed, the total cost of breast cancer treatment, on average, can reach $100,000 — or, in advanced cases, $300,000 or more. This includes the cost of the chemotherapy drugs, additional drugs to help manage side effects, administration of the drugs and medical care for chemotherapy-related complications.”

And again, if you are anything like myself and are living with a metastatic diagnosis, treatments and care is endless with no foreseeable light at the end of the tunnel.

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WHY IS IT SO EXPENSIVE???

The never ending list of cancer expenses looks a little something like this:

 🎗Frequent doctor visits with surgeon, radiologist, oncologist.  I personally see my oncologist once every 3 weeks and check in with my surgeon every couple of months.

🎗Lab Tests.  This includes blood tests, urine tests and more. I get my labs done every few weeks when I see my oncologist to check my levels and tumor markers.

🎗Clinic visits for treatments. When I was on IV treatment I would be in the treatment center every few weeks.  Currently I take an oral chemo and only have to be in the treatment clinic once every few months for my Lupron injection. But many people are in the treatment clinic, daily or weekly to get their infusions and injections.

🎗Procedures for diagnosis or treatment. Such procedures can include biopsies, room charges, equipment..  I’ve had a few biopsies and had to get lung taps done frequently when I had lung mets.

🎗Imaging Tests. These tests include X-rays, CT scans, MRIs and PET scans which may mean separate bills for radiologist fees, equipment and any medicines used for the test.  These tests are extremely costly too…yikes!  I get PET/CT scans every 3 months, consistently for the past 6 years now.

🎗Radiation Treatment  (implants, external radiation, or both) I have never had radiology but as we know, it’s a very common treatment for most cancers.

Drug🎗 Costs. (inpatient, outpatient, prescription, non-prescription and procedure-related) The cost of chemotherapy drugs is crazy!

🎗In-Home Nurse Care (if you need it, and I do actually, yes) and its freaking insane how much these so called "nurses aids -assistants" want an hour!!

Hospital 🎗Stays. This can encompass many types of costs such as drugs, tests and procedures as well as nursing care, doctor visits and consults with specialists. I have been admitted twice, each time for a week stay for cancer related issues.

🎗Surgery. Costs can accrue from surgeon, anesthesiologist, pathologist, operating room fees, equipment, medicines…  I have had 3 lumpectomies and 2 other surgical procedures related to my cancer diagnosis.

🎗Fertility.  If you are blindsided and diagnosed in your 20’s or 30’s with a cancer diagnosis and want to have a family, freezing your eggs is an option, but a costly one.  You will be required to pay for tests, and medications leading up to the surgical procedure to remove your eggs.  I paid about $10K out of pocket to cover the cost of freezing my eggs.

While these are examples of the clinical costs associated with cancer, there are other adjustments you may want to make that will also prove to be costly.  I personally changed my diet and started to eat all organic foods and sought integrative therapies to add to my clinical regime.  You can read more about the therapies I have incorporated here.  All of these expenses add up and certainly are a financial strain.

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I never get go, go nowhere, do anything, get a coffee from a coffee shop, i can't afford to do just about anything a normal individual such as yourself yourself would do, i just cannot do it its not in my budget ... I currently own ONE lipgloss, and one broken eye liner , that is my makeup beauty kit, who the heck wants to even go out or take pictures thenn? Ugh....

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It was a fateful day in the lives of millions who enjoy spiritual guru Dada J P Vaswani. However it was additionally a day, which underscored Dada's greatness as he showed impressive spirit even when faced with physical hardship. It took place like this: Dada was going to a Sadhana Camp in Panama, UNITED STATE, on May 7, 2010. He was to join a campfire that belonged of the camp's tasks. While tipping out of the elevator, Dada saw some children playing ping-pong [table tennis] and went to join them. Sadly, while lobbing among the shots, he shed his equilibrium as well as dropped full blast on the difficult flooring, harming the best side of his body.

He remained in so much pain that it had not been possible to relocate him till the ambulance showed up. Yet also as the supporters around him were stressed, Dada kept his peaceful smile.

The discomfort got worse as the paramedics removaled him right into the rescue, yet, rather of moaning, Dada would certainly utter Hey Ram. Everybody around recognized that it must not be easy on Dada as he had simply recouped from a shoulder injury he had actually endured in January. With the whole experience a smile never left his face, thawing the hearts of those around ...

Dada was airlifted in an air-ambulance, outfitted with the necessary instruments and medical services. Regardless of his very own pain as well as acute pain, Dada maintained asking regarding the convenience of the medical personnel, sharing his worry for them. The airplane landed securely at Chicago.

Doctors in Chicago revealed that Dada had fractured the right hip [femur bone], the appropriate shoulder [humerus bone] and the right arm joint [olecranon]

The first surgery happened on Dada's hip as well as shoulder. It was done by Dr Walter Virkus. A pole and also 2 screws [intramedullary nails] were inserted into the thigh bone. A plate and also several screws were put in the humerus bone. As we might well imagine, the levels of pain have to have been really high, however Dada, with his persistence and also willpower, maintained his trade-mark smile.

By God's poise the procedure went off efficiently. When he was wheeled out, Dada might see the strained and strained faces of all his supporters. With a mild smile he frequently stated words, "Gratefulness to Thee, O Lord. Allow me birth this for Thy benefit. I approve this gift from You gladly. Tere Liye, Tere Liye.”

Despite having gone through two painful as well as traumatic treatments, Dada had a sanction which radiated his inner peace and a demeanour of joyful acceptance. The physicians, registered nurses as well as the job-related therapist that addressed Dada admire his forbearance also despite so much physical suffering. Dada is thankful that the procedures have experienced efficiently. He thinks that Divine Poise has transformed a mountain into a molehill.

As characteristic of him, Dada's sense of humour surface areas even during these hard times, for he never ever counts on being bleak as well as low. When nurse Jill said that she was sorry concerning Dada's fall, he responded, "It's a surge, not an autumn. Simply as a youngster rises after an autumn, so too I have actually increased."

By God's grace, on Could 17, Dada's second surgery on his right arm joint worked out without a hitch. Done by Dr Mark Cohen, it was a lengthy and complicated procedure, which lasted for over 3 hrs. The hearts of the enthusiasts going along with Dada defeat heavier and faster, but they were supported with prayers as well as with count on the experience of the surgeons. The doctors emerged from the operation theatre completely satisfied with the means the surgical procedure had proceeded.

Prior to the surgical treatment, the physicians had actually asked Dada if he was comfy. Dada responded, "Comfort is composed of two words--' come' as well as 'fort'. A 'ft' is an area of sanctuary. If we 'come' as well as seek refuge at the Lotus Feet of the Lord, we will certainly constantly be comfortable."

Dada's reply left them without words, however additionally assured them that their uncommon and extraordinary patient remained in 'comfort'.

Dada bestowed on all, his honored as well as stunning smile prior to being wheeled in for the surgery. His sanction, at every stage, has only mirrored calm and peace. Never ever has a shadow of uncertainty, sorrow, frustration or anguish ever before crossed his face.

Dada arised from the recovery area with a smile still noticeable on his face, offering everybody with the much-needed guarantee. However we did not have much time to unwind and also really feel obsequious, for God's ways are mystical as well as incomprehensible. He had us on our toes right away with the information that there appeared to be no motion on the left side of Dada's body.

This alarmed the doctors and had each of us in shock. Dada's left side would not reply to any kind of touch or motion. After various examinations and numerous discussions, the doctors diagnosed the problem as a moderate stroke, which had actually influenced the left side of Dada's body.

Word went round the globe as well as prayers as well as chants for Dada's healing started immediately.

It seemed as though years had passed considering that the dreaded hour. There had actually been many frightening as well as breakable minutes, when it had been intolerable to watch Dada in severe pain as well as distress. Also his restricted activities would certainly now be limited! However it was only we who were ruined, Dada's glowing smile never left his face.

The smile brought tears to our eyes! What does it cost? more discomfort might he take?

The development was painfully slow-moving, yet Dada's perspective assisted us go through this traumatic week with completely dry eyes and unshed splits strongly held back. Dada's perseverance as well as endurance were incredible, and a few of it massaged off on those that were with him.

Dada had been transferred to the physical rehabilitation unit of the healthcare facility for rehab. Below, his daily program included tremendous effort in taking part in the physiotherapy and line of work therapy. Totally alert as well as conscious, Dada poured in all his power, will-power, perseverance and perseverance in trying to physically return to normalcy as soon as feasible. Actually, on seeing Dada, the therapists say loudly, 'The Smiling One' has come.

One day, a therapist informed Dada, "You look like a young man." Dada smilingly dealt with, "I am a young guy."

Once a specialist asked if Dada was tired. Dada replied, "I never ever get tired as long as there are 3 points I could do-- pray without sleeping, smile all the while as well as function as many as I can."

Again and once more in Rush Medical Centre, Chicago, the followers around Dada maintained coming back to the exact same concerns: why do saints suffer? Could karma really bind a saint?

Dada discussed that saints typically take on their sufferings happily: one reason for this is that they want to resolve their karmic accounts and also become liberated from the cycle of death as well as rejuvenation. The second is that they are exceptionally compassionate by nature, and so they tackle the pain and also suffering of others. For them, physical suffering has no importance. They do suffer, once it is past, they do not also keep a memory of it. Therefore it was that Sri Ramana Maharishi, Sri Ramakrishna and Sadhu Vaswani, went through wonderful offer of discomfort as well as suffering in their last years ...

" Do they actually really feel all that discomfort, or do they simply transcend their suffering?" someone wanted to know.

Dada smiled. "Pain is actual as well as actual, for everybody," he said. "Several of the saints really endure even more than the remainder, because their bodies are very sensitive and their awareness is profound. Gurudev Sadhu Vaswani too, experienced therefore the slightest motions as well as gestures, which possibly, we would rarely recognize. A lot of us believed that he really tackled the suffering of others."

" It is difficult as well as demanding to be a saint, or a divine individual, is it not, Dada? And also just how numerous of us know or appreciate that a saint is taking on our suffering? A lot of us just stay in lack of knowledge, do not we? Who would intend to be holy, if there is a lot pain entailed?"

Dada smiled as well as said, "Saints recognize the worth of discomfort."

It boggles the mind sometimes just how such a strike has actually fallen upon a body that is so fragile, tender as well as frail! The intensity of the discomfort endured has actually been expensive, much greater compared to routine degrees of suffering, as well as yet Dada remained to smile as well as say thanks to God, the doctors, the nurses as well as all those that can be found in call with him.

Every day, there is a various rule of thankfulness on his lips. On one day it is 'Thank you, God', on another it is 'Hare Ram'. Or at times it is ‘Satnam Mushkul Aasaan'. He hangs on to these regarding the Sherpherd's Staff for support, never as soon as whining or revealing his discomfort. It makes one doubt the nerve that our Expert is made of!

#healing #meditation #spiritual

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Forgiveness is not for other people...

Okay so this blog will probably get real and heavy. And that’s okay. There’s no point for me to do this if I can’t be an open book. If you know me personally, you know some of my story. I don’t broadcast it but I refuse to hide it. It’s apart of me and who I am. 

That being said, I don’t want this post to be all about me and how hard my life was and is. Yes, I’ll be sharing about things I’ve gone through but my hope and prayers in doing that is to help others and show some light on a way to help cope with difficult situations that involve forgiving. 

One thing that always helped me get through and continue on this journey is the saying “Forgiveness is not for other people. Forgiveness is for you.”

When I first heard that, it was a surreal moment kind of. Like I can’t even remember where I heard or who from but all I remember is a sudden change in the way I think about things. I know now that God put that phrase in my life. No doubt in my mind. 

Listen, just to give a quick recap, I’ve been abused and felt just low like lower than the level beneath dirt and that is a basic summary of everything. My physical, emotional and (most importantly) mental health have suffered dearly. And I am still dealing with “fixing it” I’ll never be done. It’s going a life-long commitment. A part of me feels so bad for my family, and friends but most importantly, Aaron. This man and I are going to spend the rest of our lives together. Once I realized that Aaron is my soulmate and who God put in my life for me, I was extremely happy (obviously) but also, worried, frustrated, angry, worried and very sad. Sad because he has no say so in what my past has been. Sad because of my baggage that he is taking on with me. How is that fair to someone? But then once I kept thinking and praying about that, I FORGAVE myself for not even giving myself a chance to take on my own baggage or deal with my own past. Please don’t get me wrong, Aaron has and is going above and beyond to support me and deal with all of this with me. Keyword there was “with”. I FORGAVE myself for doubting Aaron, in a way. How dare I doubt someone who has never shown me anything but love and support and care since he’s known me. God puts people and things in your life for a reason. 

Like I’ve said in the sports videos, this forgiveness topic has been heavy in my prayers and on my heart. Today, 8/17/19, I know why now. 

Alright y’all this is where it gets heavy and real...

So to give some back story, My grandmother got diagnosed with Stage 4 giloblastoma multi-cell brain cancer in Oct-Nov of 2018. It has been a very huge struggle. When we first got the news, before we even knew if was cancer or not, our plan of action was surgery to remove the tumor. Once the surgery happened, the surgeon came out and confirmed the news that my family dreaded. I was upset and sad but mostly angry. Angry at myself for not seeing any symptoms sooner, angry at her doctors for not taking the best care of her to prevent this from happening, and honestly a little angry at my family for not taking care of her and watching her. Obviously that was not fair of me to accuse people who loved my grandma just as much, if not more, for not taking care of her. How dare I right?! But, once I thought about it, I FORGAVE the doctors and I FORGAVE my family. None of them knew I was angry at them, and until the read this post, they don’t know. After a couple of weeks, she started chemo and radiation. After about 2-3 weeks of that, she was getting really really sick. She took a fall in the bathroom from being so weak. She went to the er and that’s when we found out that her tumor came back, bigger and stronger than before. The date, 12/02/18, will be forever in my brain. Engraved in there. Never leaving and here’s why...This was the date that I realized that no one is safe. No one is safe from this sick disease called cancer. 

It’s not fair for an amazing and loving woman to suffer from something she does not deserve.

When she started getting worse and worse, and is still getting worse. I was getting very angry and upset. I would let it boil in me and just simmer down in me. One little thing would get to me and I would blow up and break down. I was still angry. Of course, I kept blaming myself for all of this. I’ve always been someone in my family who has taken care of everything and I can’t take care of this. It kills me. Like it shakes me to my core to know that there is literally nothing I can do to fix this. Trust me. 

Then around June of this year, I finally realized who I was truly angry at. 

I was angry at God.

WOW, when that realization hit me, I broke the heck down. 

Give me one christian on this earth who hasn’t been angry for something at some point in their life and was angry at God for letting that something happen. 

I never doubted him or anything of the that nature. I still believe in him and everything he can do. I still pray to him and give him praises. But I would be lying if I said I wasn’t angry. How could he let this happen to a woman that is so devoted to him and so important to me. A very small part of me took it as a punishment. Everyone is a sinner, that’s in the bible. Even if you don’t believe in it, it’s one of those things that you just know. But our sins are FORGIVEN. I thought I had the one sin, somewhere in my life that caused all this to happen. My luck of course. 

I came home from work one day and I didn’t want to watch TV. I didn’t want to listen to music or read a book or scroll through Facebook or play with my dog even. What I wanted to do was find answers. Answers as to why this was happening to my family. Answers as to why I can’t cope with anything and I’m anxious and depressed all of the time. But most importantly and above all, I wanted answers as to why I was so angry all the time and why I was angry God, the one thing in my life that has never left and shown me the right things to do and the right way to live.

So I picked up my bible and my plan was to read what ever page I opened to and just keep reading until I found something. 

I opened my bible and the very first thing I saw was “Forgiveness is not for other people. Forgiveness is for you.”

The second thing I saw was “ God gives his toughest battles to his strongest warriors”

Then it literally hit me like a ton of bricks. I was angry at God for showing me that this happening is a part of the plan. I was angry because I was in denial that this is happening. That’s it. I was angry (in general) because I was in denial and I was blaming. 

Immediately I was on my knees asking him for FORGIVENESS. 

Once I prayed, and I’m telling you like I was praying for 15.-20 minutes if not more, but once I finished... everything became clear.

God showed me that I needed to forgive myself for all the pain I caused myself but not only that, the pain I caused everyone around me. I put the people closest to me in pain because I was angry. Being angry about something and at someone that did nothing to you is wrong! 

God isn’t mad at me for being mad at him. His love and care for me isn’t gone and he’s not going to show me less. God showed me that this happens. Everyone has to go at some point and he is keeping her around until she and him are ready and that is their conversation to have and I don’t need to be involved like I think I do. God has showed me his love. Even in the times where I’m blinded by negativity.

Here’s how I am forgiving myself: (and I saw it in a current sense because I am still working on it)

Take 10-20 minutes to yourself EVERYDAY to allow yourself to break down. Cry, scream, break stuff, whatever you need to do.

Write down every emotion you feel during the day on a piece of paper and then mark out the negative ones until the paper rips.

Sing. Music has a therapy element to it. Use it. it doesn’t matter if you’re bad or good. It doesn’t matter what song. Just sing.

Talk to someone. Vent to someone. It’s okay to talk about what’s going on. But make sure after that person listens to you. You have to listen to them.

Find the positive things in everything and STAY positive.

Talk to God.

These are the things that I do. Some of these may not work for you but something, somewhere will. You just can’t be afraid to try.

I’m not perfect. I’m still going through so much. But I’m not angry.

But I forgave everyone and anyone.

I forgave myself. And in forgiving myself, I am more open and I am more able to feel. 

I don’t have the answers to anyone’s problems, including my own. But I’m willing to search for them. 

I hope this helps someone who read this. This post is longer and honestly a lot longer than I planned. 

Thank you all so much and I am sending so much love to you all! 

-Nikki

#NikkiThinks #blog #nikki #willoughby #forgive #God #help #forgiveness

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My Experience with Prostate Cancer

I don't post this wanting anyone to feel sorry for me. I am pretty much recovered from this and am back to hiking 8-10 miles, lifting weights (although I'm not back to my pre-surgery poundage), bicycling 12-15 miles on the road, and 6-10 miles on the trails on my mountain bike. It's just something I want to get off my chest, and the anonymity afforded here makes it easier to say. And who knows, it may give encouragement to a person who is dealing with prostate cancer now.

The genesis of my story was late 2006 or early 2007, my yearly physical check up. My doctor said that since I was 45, he needed to run a PSA test to establish my baseline. About a week later, the doctor's office called and said that my PSA was abnormal and that he had scheduled an appointment with a urologist for follow-up. I kept the appointment with the urologist. He did the normal finger test and said that everything felt right. That was when I learned that a normal PSA is below 3 and that my score was above 10, a certain indication that I had prostate cancer. The urologist scheduled a date for what would become the first of several biopsies of my prostate.

I spent the time between that first meeting with the urologist and the biopsy learning about prostate cancer. First, when caught early, prostate cancer is almost always curable. Second, the cure has some unfortunate, life-long, and life-changing side effects. The most alarming are impotence, no more cum at orgasm, and varying degrees of incontinence. For an active person like me, the prospect of wearing diapers for the rest of my life was not something I looked forward to. Even worse, at 45, I still had hopes of having children, and the idea of being a permanent bottom was not appealing.

The day for the biopsy came, and I must admit that it was not as painful as I feared. Then came the waiting. Do I have cancer or not? If I have cancer, is it localized and treatable? Or has it spread, and I only have a limited number of days left? A week later, back at the urologist to get the results of the biopsy. Good news! No cancer in the biopsy! A month of worry and fret for nothing! But the urologist didn't sound as enthusiastic. Even though he removed twelve plugs from an organ the size of a walnut, all that meant was that there was no cancer in the samples. With my PSA as high as it was, it was a certainty that there was cancer in my prostate.

The next ten years included semiannual trips to the urologist for blood tests and finger tests. My PSA stayed consistently in the high 12s and low 13s. I endured two more biopsies, both of which were negative for cancer. As I said, the biopsy was not really painful, but for the next day or two, there is blood in your pee, and it takes four to six weeks before your semen is white again. But biopsies can damage the nerves that cause an erection. I don't know if it was the result of the biopsies or just my getting older, but my erections went from pointing up to the sky to 45° pointing to the ground.

In 2017 my PSA started rising and at my fall examination, it was over 17. My urologist recommended an MRI this time, saying that an MRI looked at the entire prostate rather than just a sample, and that it would find cancer anywhere in the prostate. Insurance balked at this, but my urologist was able to persuade them to cover the procedure. As with the biopsies before, the results of the MRI were negative for cancer. I dodged the bullet yet again.

My PSA continued to rise, and by the fall of 2018, it was over 23, a full ten points above what had been my normal reading. This time, my urologist wanted to do an extensive biopsy of between 24 and 36 cores. This would require that I be sedated and I would have to have someone drive me back home afterward. Finding a person willing to drive an hour to the hospital, wait two hours while I have the procedure done, and then another hour back home is a challenge for a single person with no family nearby and whose friends all have full-time jobs, but I did manage to get someone willing to kill half his day for me.

I arrive at the hospital and either insurance denied the extensive biopsy or my urologist had a change of heart, but he only took 14 cores. No need to be sedated, no need for a driver, another week of waiting for the results.

November 14, 2018, the results. My urologist walks into my examination room with papers in hand and says you have cancer. OK, is this one of the slow growing cancers that you do watchful waiting with or is it more serious? You have five cores that came back positive for cancer. Two have Gleason Scores of 3 + 3 = 6, two have Gleason scores of 3 + 4 = 7, and one has a Gleason Score of 4 + 3 = 7. These last three are concerning. In addition to that, one core showed cancer in 50% of the sample. The good news is that none of the cores showed perineural invasion, so we can fix you. At his last comment, I said to him that I know he didn't mean it like this, but I couldn't help but picture in my mind someone taking their dog to the vet to be fixed, especially given the similarities of the outcomes. We both had a good laugh over that.

November 29, 2018, preop consultation. During the two weeks following my diagnosis of cancer, I did a lot of research on treatment for prostate cancer. In addition to the three common treatments: surgery, radiation, hormonal therapy, I also learned about several other promising treatment methods in trials that did not result in impotence and incontinence. We discussed each one of the promising new treatment methods, and for each one, he explained why I was not a good candidate for inclusion in a trial. That left the three traditional treatment methods. He recommended surgery as the best option, because if the cancer comes back in the future, radiation or hormonal therapy are viable and relatively easy to do. In addition to that, I would still have viable sperm to harvest if I ever decided to start a family. Then I asked if he would do the nerve sparing surgery. He explained that even though my cancer was limited to one side of the prostate and had not penetrated the perineural, my high PSA, more than 3 positive cancer cores, a 4 + 3 = 7 Gleason Score, and at least one core with more than 35% cancer made me a poor candidate for nerve sparing surgery. So much for me ever being able to get a hard on by myself again. :(

Monday, January 7, 2019, surgery. Don't ask me anything about that day because I don't remember anything after they attached the IV to put me under. I was told that several people came by after surgery and that I carried on intelligent conversations with them. I'll take their word for it. My first post operation memory is waking up the evening after the surgery with crust on my face from my eyes down to my chin, like I had been crying. Was it from pain or because I just lost the ability to have sex on my own? I'm not sure. I don't remember being in pain, but they pump you full of pain killers after surgery also.

Tuesday, January 8, 2019, discharge. After a hearty breakfast of scrambled eggs, bacon, grits, coffee, orange juice, and biscuits, the discharge nurse enters. She provides instructions about how to care for the six incisions in my abdomen, how to care for and clean the Foley catheter, instructions for and limits to my physical activity for the next week, instructions about when to call the doctor or go back to the hospital if certain things happen, and prescriptions for half a dozen meds -- pain pills, antibiotics and such. I am out of the hospital by 10 AM the day after surgery. My driver is kind enough to take me to the pharmacy to pick up the meds. Why is the pharmacy always in the back of the store? It's not like people really want to walk to the back of the store the day after surgery.

Friday, January 11, 2019, return trip. In the four days since the surgery, I followed the discharge instructions as best I could. Don't stay seated for too long, walk at least once every hour for as far as you are able, keep the wounds clean, no lifting, take meds as instructed. But I had not had a bowel movement since the surgery, and it takes less and less food for me to feel full at each meal. After breakfast Friday morning, I try to take my morning meds with a glass of water. That was too much. I barely made it to the bathroom before I began to throw up the contents of my stomach. Uh-oh, the discharge papers say that throwing up is serious and to return to the hospital.

Back at the hospital, a series of x-rays and other tests results in a tube going up my nose, down my throat, and into my stomach to draw out the contents of my stomach. That was an experience I will not wish upon anyone. By that evening, it was determined that I needed to walk as much as I could, so a nurse came in every hour, helped me out of bed and I walked. At first, it was just in the room, and not too bad. By mid-day Saturday, it was "We need you to walk from your room, down the hall and to the nurses station and back." So here I am, showing my hiney to anyone who looks, dragging a rolling stand with my IV bags with one hand, a tube coming out of my nose, and my catheter bag in my other hand. What a frightful sight I was! The night nurse was a really cute, and really nice male nurse who was kind enough to get me a second gown to drape over my shoulders and hide my back side. He also set off my gaydar, I know you are not supposed to be able to tell us from straight people, but sometimes you just have to wonder. For some reason, I decided to lift my gown and look at crotch that evening, and I got the surprise of my life. My balls were the size of grapefruits and my dick had swollen so much that the skin of the shaft covered the head of my circumcised penis. I pressed the call button and a young female orderly came to my room a few minutes later. I did my best to describe my predicament in a way that would not get me labeled as some sexual deviant. She got my nice male nurse. He took one look at it and got the floor nurse because he had never seen anything like it. So now, the female orderly, my male nurse, and the female floor nurse are all in my room, looking at my swollen sexual organs. The floor nurse informs us all that the swelling was normal after surgery and that it takes care of itself in a week or two. That evening I have my first bowel movement since the surgery. It's only liquid, but it's a start.

The next day, Sunday, walking to the nurses station and back wasn't enough, now I had to walk the corridors of each of the four wings of the floor. I was told walking helps the swelling go down. I still had the rolling IV stand, my catheter bag, and the tube out my nose, but thanks to my night nurse, I could at least cover my rear end. By Sunday evening, I was starting to feel much better. I'm not sure if it was all the walking, the suctioning out of the contents of my stomach, or a combination of the two, but either way, my nose hose was no longer being hooked up to the suction pump. The bowels are moving more. In addition to green liquid, I'm pooping stuff that looks like coffee grounds. The nurses have to inspect what comes out each and every time I go to the bathroom. I feel sorry for them.

Monday, January 14, 2019, the nose tube comes out. One week after surgery. I get to drink water and eat ice chips again. Mind you that I have had nothing to eat since Friday morning, and the only times I was allowed to drink was when I took my meds. Since I am now consuming liquids, the IVs are all disconnected. A nurse accompanies me for my first lap around the floor to make sure I am OK. When we return to my room she says now do another lap by yourself. So now I am left to my own to do two laps around the floor every hour. About the time the other patients get lunch, they remove my nose tube, so I am only carrying my catheter bag for my hourly laps. My night nurse tells me that he can't get over how much better I look now compared to Friday night. I have to admit, I was feeling much better, so much better, that my perverted little brain was trying to figure out how I could get him into bed with me.

Tuesday, January 15, 2019, bye-bye catheter. For the first time since Friday morning, I get to eat food. It was only jello and cream of something soup, but hey, food is food. After breakfast I go down to x-ray where they fill my bladder with saline and take x-rays to make sure that the splice in my urethra has healed and is not leaking. If the swelling has gone down, I can't tell. I still have grapefruits hanging between my legs. My urologist comes by and tells me that after they remove the catheter, I will be going home. Excited to go home. Waiting. More waiting. Lunch of more jello and cream of something different soup. Still waiting. Finally two nurses come in to remove my catheter. They draw out the saline that has been keeping it in place in my bladder, and pull. Not a good feeling, but not as painful as I imagined. One of the nurses hands me a container and informs me that before I can be discharged, I have to produce enough pee to get to the mark on its side. If anyone has made it this far in my tale and has never had prostate surgery or never had a catheter for a week, let me educate you on something. When that catheter comes out, you have no bladder control. The kidneys send urine to the bladder and it pretty much comes on out by drips and squirts. So here I am, drinking as much water as I can stand, while at the same time holding that container under my dick, trying to catch every drop that comes out. Between my swollen balls, and surgery shortened still swollen dick, I can't sit down and collect my urine as it comes out, so I have to stand and walk around the room holding the container under my dick. My pee is still stained with a little blood from the surgery and the removal of the catheter, and a few blood clots that have been swept out by all the water I'm drinking. Between the water and the walking, I'm slowly approaching the line that the nurse marked on the container when I bump into the bedside table and drop the container. It hits the floor and spills all the pee I've so carefully collected. I have to start over. I have been so focused on filling the container with my pee, that I failed to notice that it is now supper time. Supper is more jello and cream of who knows what soup. That's when the nurse informs me that help prevent congestion at the front of the hospital, the hospital discharges each floor at a particular time, and that the floor I'm on discharges at 7:30 PM no matter what the doctor says. Finally, around 7:45, an orderly makes it to my room with a wheelchair and I'm on my way home.

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Can we have some random facts about Jesse and Vrox? Funny, stupid, heavy, anything

ANON. NONNIE. DARLING, SWEETHEART, OWNER OF MY HEART. OF COURSE YOU MAY!!!

Vrox can’t drive. He says he can drive. He can’t. He’s tried 12 times now to learn. The last time was dubbed That Event Which We Do Not Mention and to this day if you ask, Vrox would go very quiet and stare at the floor and Jesse will age 7 years right in front of your eyes

Vrox is great with kids

Jesse is awkward with kids

Jesse is lowkey obsessed with Led Zeppelin and has collected posters of them to put up around their bedroom. He gets so childishly excited and Vrox thinks it’s the cutest thing ever

They’ve talked about kids but they both know they’re not ready

Both of them cried when Jesse first started testosterone. And after his top surgery. Jesse out of pure relief and Vrox because Jesse was so happy and he’s a sap

Their favourite date night is going out for a late walk around the city, and then coming back home, cranking the volume, and blasting rock music while they headbang and dance together in their socks. Vrox fell one time and dragged Jesse down on top of him

Vrox struggles with his anger but he made a pact that he would never take it out on Jesse and so far he’s avoided that, he knows it would destroy Jesse if he did

Jesse’s favourite place to kiss Vrox is his neck because that’s the highest point he can reach without a stepladder. Vrox’s favourite place to kiss Jesse is on top of his head.

Jesse hates shirts with tight collars more than anything, really he can’t stand anything around his neck

Vrox likes collars, though

Surprisingly, Jesse has dragged Vrox into more fights than the other way around. Mostly because he doesn’t tolerate racism or sexism or homophobic or transphobia and he ends up getting pushed around… and Vrox doesn’t tolerate that

Jesse’s favourite colours are yellow and blue. Vrox’s are red and yellow (because it reminds him of Jesse now.)

Jesse avoids anything that reminds him of “home” (1919) like the plague. But he has confessed to Vrox that he does miss it in a twisted way

One of Jesse’s nicknames for Vrox is “puppy”

Jesse and June get along shockingly well

Vrox has acne and that’s another thing Jesse will take no shit about

Jesse runs a blog

Both of them are kind of insomniacs, preferring to stay up late and get up late

Jesse takes his coffee with a crap ton of sugar and milk and Vrox (a cult black coffee drinker) thinks it’s disgusting and tells him as much

They bicker like an old married couple, because that’s exactly what they are

They’ve been together for 96 years, sometimes just as friends, sometimes as lovers, their relationship is fluid but always strong

Vrox loves Jesse’s hair and has a fascination with it since he knows Jesse doesn’t mind him playing with it, Jesse tolerates it with an eye roll and a fond smile

Jesse used to make friends with stray dogs back in ‘19

Vrox is absolutely terrifying when he’s angry, but Jesse always seems to see a cute puppy superimposed on top of Vrox’s terrifying angry face because it never seems to bother him in the slightest

Vrox is borderline scared of Jesse when Jesse gets angry, not scared as in he thinks he’d ever hurt him, more like “my boyfriend is on a warpath and everybody should get out of his way”

The height difference is kind of ridiculous and they complain about it often

Vrox likes to kiss all over Jesse’s whole body

Jesse has extreme PTSD-filled nightmares and will wake most nights gasping and lashing out

Vrox actually did extensive research on the best ways to help somebody with PTSD to take better care of Jesse

Vrox was actually the one to get Jesse into therapy. Jesse always said the right things and gave others the right advice but he never did it himself, so Vrox slowly coaxed him in and held his hand along the way

Vrox is covered in scars, some large and some small, some faded and some fresh

Vrox is trying to give up his more reckless behavior but he’ll still come in once a week with a split lip, black eye, and several broken fingers and Jesse will sigh and go and get the frozen peas out, he never lectures but somehow the weight of his disapproving silence is worse

When Vrox really loses it and has to be contained in a cage in Hell in his hound form until he calms down, Jesse will sit with him and refuse to leave him, which is good, because his presence seems to stabilize Vrox somewhat

The two have an on-again-off-again “it’s complicated” relationship with Dante, it’s all very cordial and laid-back and with a lot of mutual respect and care from all involved

Their apartment is always messy as shit. They try to clean it every once in a while but end up getting, *cough* distracted, almost every time… meaning they find some old video game and end up playing it for way too long and forgetting the cleaning ever happened because “we’ve done enough for the day, we deserve a break”

Their neighbours probably really hate them but never say anything for obvious reasons

Jesse has one (1) dimple and literally all he has to do is flash it at Vrox and he’ll get whatever he wants

Teasing. It abounds. All kinds of teasing

Never look under their bed

Vrox has the world’s worst resting bitch face

Jesse radiates sunshine and honestly Disney music probably plays whenever he walks into a room

Vrox is tall and lean and slouches around a lot

Jesse is a gangly dude who needs to kind of,,, origami himself to sit properly in chairs

They’re very much idiots and very much in love and I love them both

#this is a lot #lmao #sorry Anon!! #I hope this is okay! #<3 <3 <3 #my OCs #Jesse #Vrox #my bois get a lot of love and it makes me really happy #:') #thank you so much Anon!! #<3 #Anon #asks

[nettheworldonfire]

Scans, Birthdays, and a Good Old Fashioned Death Virus...

This past week or two, the kids and I have been super sick.  A death virus that rivals the ‘rona, plus ear and sinus infections, has had us coughing a symphony of woes since the holidays.  While I am super grateful that we’ve had a zillion negative rapid and PCR tests, I am seriously getting tired of dealing with this “cold.”  We’ve all had multiple doctors’ appointments, antibiotics, and so many homeopathic and OTC meds.  I actually went home early from work and took THREE sick days this week.  I don’t know if I’ve ever done that, for something other than surgery/recovery/childbirth.  I just can’t stop coughing.  Long story short - I’m miserable.  And now, Owen is starting to get sick too - so this is just fabulous.  

On Monday 1/10/22, I had my CT scan (this time 4 months out).  I drank a delish Barium smoothie, and radiology sent my report THAT VERY NIGHT to my oncologist. Unfortunately, I didn’t get the results (or word from a professional) until I badgered the office via the patient portal.  If you have ever been waiting for diagnostic results -- you know that scanxiety is real, and it’s horrible.  Being super anxious and quite annoyed, while super sick, was just the snotty icing on my phlegm cake. 

Thursday 1/13/22, the report entered the portal -- and I was able to look at it and read that there was only “marginal growth” -- which is certainly a good thing. I was a little freaked out that there was a 5th tumor included in the measurements that usually is not there (despite having like 30-50 tumors, they consistently only measure and report change in growth on four of the largest).  And I felt really frustrated that I didn’t get a call or more info from my oncologist right away.  Dr. T. wrote me back later that day saying that it was a good scan, but she was going to look into it more because I asked her to tell me, how much “marginal growth” can happen until it becomes real growth?   Today (Friday) afternoon she called me and said that after speaking with the tumor board and the NET radiologist, the growth is really minimal and she thinks this treatment will continue to work for years (obviously this is a super broad amount of time), and that when it does stop working, we will probably move to targeted liver therapy (chemo/radiation directly to those spots) -- something we’ve been told about but never really explored yet.   (See image below wirh report - left is new, right is old).

I want to feel super positive about this, because it’s again, the best it can be.  However, I can’t help but to just feel stuck.  I’ve been stuck in cancer-land forever it seems, stuck in a pandemic, stuck in a tough job, stuck in parenting, stuck in health/weightloss, stuck in hobbies (or lack thereof), stuck in sickness this week...just stuck. And I just feel drained.  I don’t feel like myself.  I keep thinking about Tuesday being my birthday, and while I haven’t had much of a birthday in a few years, like the rest of the world, I feel like this year’s celebration may be a box of tissues, bag of lozenges, and an 8 pm bedtime. 

And as I am writing this, Charlie comes running through the room hacking up a lung, only to vomit all over me when I attempt to help him blow his nose.  Parenting, man.  Side note — I’m super thankful for my mom and Owen’s mom who have been juggling our childcare during this shitstorm of a month!

I have an actual telehealth appointment with Dr. Teitelbaum on Tuesday (a true birthday present) and I hope to ask her more questions and get more of an opinion about things -- but I am pretty sure I’ll just hear the same vagueness I always hear, leaving me waiting for the other shoe to drop.  

We are in a good place right now, and I am going to try my best to get into that good mindset, as well.  Here’s to only three scans a year, marginal (or no growth) and seeing 39 years here on Earth.  <3

[jessefferguson]

My Double Life: 5 Years And Going

It’s been a LONG TIME since I wrote one of these, so I figured now was as good a point as any.

Words, spoken out loud, are funny. They can mean very different things.

Try this one:

I am still here.

and

I am still here.

Both of those are the best summary I can think of for how I feel today since today, May 21, is the 5th anniversary of when I was diagnosed with cancer. Five years ago, I sat in a sweltering doctors office in Washington, D.C. as he told me the results of my first biopsy. Five years later, I still have it.

After 5 years, I have two conflicting emotions: I’m still here (thank God) and I’m still (only) here. Five years later, not much has really changed but, also, everything has.

Over the 5 years, I’ve sort of lived a double life – that of a cancer patient and that of a political operative. Sometimes they overlap but, more often than not, they’re separate worlds.

By my best count, over the 5 years, I’ve had 4 surgeries, 33 days of radiation, upwards of 60 rounds of either chemotherapy or targeted therapy, about 75 blood tests, and 150 doctors’ appointments. And over the same 5 years, I’ve worked on 191 television ads, 311 polls, thousands of press releases and speeches, spent over $100 million (of other people’s money), and sent over 40,000 of my own tweets.

I continue to believe the same thing I did – and wrote about - 5 years ago, there are three keys to getting through this sort of thing: (1) Your family and friends; (2) Doctors who are the best; (3) Doing something with your time that you love to do. Even on the worst days of work, the fact that I was doing the work I wanted to do made it that much more possible to fight a disease I did not want to deal with.

WHAT’S THE LATEST WITH ME

I’m living and working from Brooklyn, still. I decided to stay here after the Clinton campaign ended rather than move back to D.C. for a bunch of reasons – closer to my doctors at Sloan Kettering and further from Trump at the WH. Both sounded like good ideas.

For just under a year, I’ve been on a clinical trail and it’s getting some pretty good results. It’s a targeted therapy drug and I’m one of the first to apply it to my unique disease. It’s unlikely to result in me being “cured” or “cancer free” but it’s definitely shrunk the disease in my skin tissue and throughout my head, neck and chest. It’s also brought down the swelling. The swelling issues are far from gone, but they’re better. The best case is that it continues shrinking things; the next best case is it stops anything from getting worse again. Either way, it’s turned my condition to a chronic one, for now. I’ll take it.

Every three weeks I do the same routine. I book a someone to come clean my house for that morning and I take a car down to Sloan Kettering.  I take a blood test. The doctor and I talk about medical stuff for a few minutes and politics for a few minutes and then he sends me for treatment. He’s not from America and has a healthy interest in all the crazy things in our politics.

It takes them about 2 hours to prepare the drug, so I have found a corner in the hospital that is usually empty for work — open the laptop, put on the head set and get to work. It’s my own cancer-center-based mobile-office. I have edited TV scripts and polls, held conference calls, did a radio interview and even convinced a donor to contribute – all from a table in a hospital waiting room. Last week’s discussion was about the placement of a media buy. It’s amazing what you can pull of when people don’t really know where you are.

The drug I’m on is an easy one – targeted therapy. It’s like a smart bomb of chemo that only goes to the cells that have the disease. The worst part is the IV, which I barely notice anymore and after 30 minutes, I’m out. On the road home to a clean house with the mild side effect of an uneasy stomach for a few days. Compared to the other drugs I’ve been on, this is like a piece of cake took a walk in a park.

How long will I stay on it? No clue. But it has made this condition chronic. If you offered me a deal today — get this treatment every 3 weeks for 30 minutes and the disease stays under control, I’d sign in a minute. I’d sign it for the next 10 years. For now, I’ll stay on it unless or until it stops working – then I’ll try something else.

WHAT HAPPENED SINCE 2016

As you may remember from my last blog post, just before election 2016, I had spent the previous 6 months working while dealing with the return of my disease.

On election night 2016, I did venture out. It wasn’t something I did often but I wanted to be with the team that night at the Javits Center in Manhattan. I could, now, try to pretend that I had doubts about the outcome of that night to try to make myself look extra smart, but that would be bullshit. I didn’t; I thought we’d win.

The beginning of that afternoon and evening were great. We were monitoring voting and doing the work we needed to do and I was also seeing some good friends who I had been away from while I worked the last few months from home.

Then, the results started and the mood changed. My heart started to sink, but I kept hoping. Florida, North Carolina, Ohio and others poured in. We knew we needed to hold Michigan, Wisconsin and Pennsylvania to make it work.

While we waited for those results, I got up to go to the bathroom. As I stood at the urinal, a friend who had better sense for numbers and data than I do, approached the stall next to me. We looked at each other with the same forlorn look of despair as if our confidence was waning. He said “I just looked at the latest data from Michigan; it’s gone.”  And with that, I found out we had lost in a way befitting the occasion -- standing at a urinal.  

Whether you believe we lost because of a mission from Russia or a miss in Michigan, or any other reason, one thing was clear: we lost the electoral college. It was over. And while I stared at my peers and colleagues – friends who had hired me and  friends who I had hired – I couldn’t stop thinking, “What’s next?”

Despite what you might see or hear, the group who I worked with on that campaign were some of the smartest, most talented and most committed people I’ve ever had the privilege to work with. As I stared at all of them, I wonder what was next for them. As I thought about it more, I worried what was next for me.  

At one point, I wandered away and ended up sitting in the middle of the massive loading dock in the Javits Center with 4 senior staff from the campaign. There where shipping boxes, fork lifts, and one table with a few plastic chairs in the middle. We all just kind of stared at each other. Someone would say something about what we should do or what we should say and we’d all agree but, for the life of me, I couldn’t tell you today what anyone said.  

As the night ended, I was one of the last ones to leave. I’m not really sure why, I just couldn’t. I kept finding someone else to talk to. I was trying to be a bit of team cheerleader – as best as was possible at that moment.  

At around 4:30am that night, I left the Javits center along side two reporters I had gotten to know. We walked for a bit and then they got into cabs and drove off. I just started walking. And walking. I was thinking about what had happened and what it meant for the country. And, if I’m honest, what it meant for me. I had cancer and had just devoted two years of my life to trying to win the presidency – and had failed. I just kept thinking, maybe even crying a bit, and walking.

When I looked up, it was 6 am and the sun was rising. I had walked from the Javits Center at 36th street down almost to the World Trade Center. Much like I did while wandering around the streets of Washington on May 21, 2013, I had done lots of thinking. But now it was November 9, 2016, and it was time to go back to work. I took a cab home, slept for a few hours, and opened my laptop.

WHAT HAVE I BEEN DOING SINCE

Since the campaign ended in 2016, I’ve been “consulting.” I’m still not sure what “consulting” means but it’s what I’m doing. I’m working on my own for a variety of political projects on a variety of important issues, trying to lend my experience to things where I think I can do something interesting and make a difference in the insane moment we’re in right now.

My work has ranged from the fight over the tax plan and some new digital campaign innovations, to a new polling project and an advertising campaign and others. It’s all kept me busy and kept my mind going – in the fight and doing what I love to do. The work is good cause it’s meaningful, it’s the work I want to be doing, and the variety of projects appeals to my attention-span-of-a-fruit-fly-nature.

It’s also allowed me to speak up a bit more about what I think, which has been quite a change. For the last 15+ years, I’ve always represented someone else – the DCCC Chairman, Secretary Clinton, etc. Now I’m speaking more and writing more in my own voice.

I still feel somewhat like a hermit. I live and work in my Brooklyn apartment. I get out more now than I used to, but, nothing like I did when I was healthy. When you’ve been dealing with this as long as I have, you start to lose track of what looking, feeling and being normal would be like. I get to the deli almost every morning and they know to make my eggs and have my iced coffee ready. Others around know me too. Life is easy and that’s important for me right now. One of these days, I’ll be up for making it harder again – but not yet.

THE HEALTH CARE ISSUE

The first project I took on was to help some friends with the coalition fighting the Obamacare repeal legislation. It’s been a hard-waged battle over the last 16 months to improve health care for people instead of letting it get dismantled.

But it’s also been the first time my double lives overlapped a bit. When the Affordable Care Act passed Congress, I was at my office near capitol hill, celebrating with everyone else. But it didn’t really mean anything to me. It was a good thing, but it wasn’t personal.

Seven years later, when repeal of it failed – repeal that would undercut protections for people with pre-existing conditions like I have – it was a very different moment. In fact, when the first repeal plan was pulled from the House floor, I was actually sitting at Sloan Kettering getting my chemo. I was on the phone talking with someone working with me while in the  hospital room getting treated as a news alert came across my computer screen.

I don’t often invoke my own personal health care situation while working on the issue because it shouldn’t be about me. I’m fortunate and would be able to get the care I needed if I had to. But sitting there at age 37, with an IV bag dripping a toxic chemical designed to keep me alive into my arm, I certainly had a different perspective than I had 8 years earlier as an otherwise-healthy, overweight 29 year old who saw passage of the ACA as a good reason to go to the bar and celebrate.

FIVE YEARS AND COUNTING

Once and a while I think about what I could be doing if I was fully healthy. I get sad. Maybe I get mad. As I approach 38 years old at the end of this year, more and more of my friends are having their first or second child and I’m forced to think if my life would be different if I hadn’t gotten this diagnosis five years ago. For sure, it would be. But, in the end, you play the cards your dealt and make damn well sure it’s a game you enjoy. You could win big or you could lose your shirt, but either outcome has to be worth it.

Five years ago I was diagnosed with a disease that probably should have killed me. Five years later, I’m still here. When I put it that way, it actually brings a smile to my face. I know talking about having cancer isn’t something that normally is joyful but being able to do what I love while living with the disease sure beats the alternative.

[drsahilsingla]

Buttock Augmentation: Technical and Postoperative

Over time, the buttocks undergo transformations: sagging, loss of volume, the appearance of “dimples” or an unsightly distribution of fat. To correct these imperfections and give volume to the buttocks effectively, you have to resort to plastic surgery. Dr Sahil Singla, best plastic surgeon in Delhi, use the most innovative buttock augmentation technique with the patient’s own fat.

Buttock augmentation technique with the patient’s own fat.

To carry out the buttock augmentation, Dr Singla performs a liposuction tailored to the silhouette, called lipofilling. A job with which excess body fat is extracted from the back, the love handles, the flanks, the holsters or the abdomen and is transferred to the gluteal area that needs to modify the volume or contour. At present, this technique is also used to restore the quality of some damaged tissues, since this adipose structure is a rich source of stem cells, with important repairing and regenerative effects on the transferred area. This is very useful for those who have scars or who have undergone radiation therapy.

Advantages of buttock augmentation with the fat of the patient:

With the buttock augmentation technique that plastic surgeon in Panipat uses, also called a Brazilian lift, excellent and immediate results are achieved. In addition, it has the following complementary advantages:

Scarring is minimal because fine suction cannulas are used.

The fatty grafts are gradually deposited in the recipient area until the desired volume is obtained.

There is no risk of rejection of prostheses because they are not used.

Buttock augmentation technique step by step.

Buttock augmentation with the patient’s own fat is a liposculpture that is tailored to the silhouette of the person, so it requires a prior study of the figure of each individual. Only in this way is it known where the filling should be done to round and improve the appearance of the buttocks. In addition, before the buttock augmentation operation, an in-depth medical examination of the patient’s state of health is carried out, verifying that their health allows the intervention in complete safety.

During the buttock augmentation procedure, the following steps are followed:

1. The patient is prepared by providing general anaesthesia, as the procedure is a meticulous and time-consuming process, and this option offers greater safety for all.

2. Excess body fat is removed from the back, love handles, holsters or abdomen of the person undergoing the intervention.

3. The extracted fat is centrifuged, purified, and prepared, leaving it ready for transfer.

4. The fat itself is transferred to the buttocks by means of an injection with microcannulas in strategic points of the same, thus achieving volume and relief in this area of ​​the body.

5. Dressings are placed on the transferred area that the patient must maintain until the next cure, usually about a week.

6. A postoperative garment is placed on the areas that were used to remove the fat.

Smokers must give up the habit several weeks before the intervention and prolong it to promote healing.

You should not smoke before, during, or after buttock augmentation, as tobacco hinders oxygenation and the arrival of nutrients to the skin in the operated area, slowing down tissue regeneration and, therefore, healing.

Buttock augmentation: Hospital and medical team.

Best plastic surgeon in Panipat wants maximum safety and quality for his patients. For this reason, it has a professional medical team and the guarantee of operating in one of the most advanced and prestigious hospitals in Delhi, Panipat & Karnal. The hospital has innovative technology, comprehensive health care and exquisite patient care.

Buttock augmentation with natural aesthetic results.

The end result is an increase in volume and a lifting effect of the gluteal area, as well as the appearance of a sculpted and fat-free figure.

Keep in mind that the scars that a buttock augmentation with body fat leaves on the person’s body are minimal. This is because the size of the incisions is too small.

The results of this type of intervention are visible one month after the intervention. A minimum time to show off a splendid figure.

Postoperative and recovery of buttock augmentation.

The postoperative period and the recovery from a gluteal augmentation procedure is simple. In addition, just 24 hours after being operated on, the patient can return home without major problem as long as he follows the advice of best plastic surgeon in Karnal.

General Postoperative Recommendations

For the postoperative period and the recovery of the person who has undergone a buttock augmentation operation to be satisfactory, the following aspects must be taken into account:

A postoperative garment must be worn for a month after the intervention.

Keep the dressings until the next cure, generally one week after the intervention.

Follow the instructions on antibiotic treatment and medication to be taken to avoid postoperative discomfort.

Go to the appointment for the next cure in consultation.

Recovery

The results of this type of intervention are quickly visible. In fact, they can be seen a month after the intervention. After this time, we can show off a splendid, natural, and proportionate figure in any situation.

Since the discomfort is minimal, 24 hours after the surgery, we can begin to move with increasing difficulty.

It is important to avoid support in the area where the fat has been grafted as it could be reabsorbed more than usual if the area is under pressure.

Two weeks after the surgery, you can return to work and, after a month, lead a normal life, including sports activities.

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