Yesterday I was finally notified about the results of a biopsy for a cancer scare. I fuckin' hate that everytime that I'm laid off I also find a lump or something T_T Good news is that it's not cancerous. So one less stress. I try to keep it to myself when I take the tests/scans/biopsies until I get the results. I've sadly had 4 too many scares now. It doesn't get easier.



When I was about 12, a stupid doctor prescribed me a dosage of iron that was too high, as a result it gave me a growth in my breast. Thankfully I just had to be on the right dosage and it went away. From that point on I am always wary of what doctors prescribe.



When I was 26 I was prescribed an enema cause I didn't pass anything for almost two weeks. The dosage was what you'd give a grown white male, I am small barely over 5ft, the wind can knock me down LOL. I ignored the doctor's instructions (at this point in life I have a pharm tech license, pharm techs do the math and fill your meds, pharmacists double check we aint killin yall) and only took half. Had I taken the full dosage as instructed, I'd be dead. No one knew what was wrong with me but I was in the hospital after that for almost a month.



I also got a hereditary cancer panel done to see if I'm just predisposed to cancer. My mom and her sisters all had cancer. But in their minds they assume that they got it from working in a factory when they first immigrated here. Theyre the only cases of cancer on my mom's side. Everyone else just dies from oldness. My dad was the only one on his side to get cancer, his was prostate, but honestly he died cause he was a dude about it and just refused to go to the doctors ever. The panel came back negative, which is great cause aside from not being predisposed, now insurance CANT deny me life insurance, which was an insane risk/con of taking the test. Had it come back positive companies would be allowed to deny me life insurance. THANKS AMERICA.