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Lifetime Supply of Blood Tests

Many people do not understand that the medications we are on can affects the levels in our blood. I am on Mercaptopurine myself to help manage the symptoms of my Crohn’s Disease and I have to get a blood test every three months to check my liver. Inflammatory bowel disease is not just simplified to us taking a lot of pills for the rest of our lives to manage the symptoms of our disease and hopefully one day put us in remission. The medication we are on always helps with one issue and affects us other ways. The medications we are on, our gastroenterlogists have determined that the benefits outweigh the risks while on them. I get the CBC and the Liver Panel tests done every single time in combination with testing other levels. My gastroenterologist gives me lab slips in advance so that I can go when I am due for them. My GI’s office even calls me when they’ve noticed I am late and due for one when I forget that I haven’t done with the hustle and bustle of life in general. I have to say that needles do not fear as much nowadays because of the blood tests. I have had them countless times. The only anxiety I get with them is who is going to administer them to me. I get kind of in a panic when I do not get the same person I usually have or she is not there. That is when I find myself get a bit nervous because I grow comfortable with one phlebotomist and then all of the sudden I have this random person who I know nothing about draw my blood. I have had both good and bad experiences, but I know I have to have them for the rest of life, so it just comes with the territory of IBD I suppose.

Hugs to All,

Wade

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Ben J. Pierce ( @benjpierce ) and I would have been remiss if we didn’t do a cover from La La Land, so we hope you enjoy. <3

Negan Fic Recommendations

double the fun - by @crowleysplaythings

you’re not John - by @crowleysplaythings

mine - by @bow-down-im-your-queen-now

scrabble night - by @kijilinn

(on a side note, if you like Max (The Resident) you should read her story remission because it’s awesome)

irresistible danger - by @flames-bring-a-ton-of-ash

abc’s of Negan - by @flames-bring-a-ton-of-ash

you don’t own me - by @oceansgrxywaves

knees - by @oceansgrxywaves

tender loving care - by @oceansgrxywaves

tricky - by @vizhi0n

good for you - by @my-achilles–heel

repentance - by @lucifers-trash-stash

number 6 - by @crzcorgi

Negan’s five senses - by @crzcorgi

the librarian - by @strangersangel9

his favorite game - by @ladylorelitany

secrets and lies - by @sunriserose1023

I had the chance, you had the inclination - by @thranduilsperkybutt

beauty and the beast - by @kylosoldier

Negan masterlist - by @hannibalssweaters

Negan masterlist - by @negandarylsatisfaction

Negan masterlist - by @negans-girl

Negan masterlist - by @negan-fuckers

Negan masterlist - by @thranduilsperkybutt

masterlist - by @underratedcharactersimagines

masterlist - by @thewalkingdeadfanatic

Negan smut week masterlist - by @crowleysplaythings

Hello everyone:) my name is gabby and I am currently being treated for cancer. I was diagnosed in may and I have been doing rigorous treatment for it since then; including chemo, proton radiation, and an upcoming surgery. I will be getting what’s left of my almost dead (hooray!!) tumor removed, which is in my jaw, and I will be be getting my jawbone replaced with a bone from my leg. I am very lucky and blessed to have such an amazing response to this treatment. This is a very big, complex, and long surgery and I really could use all of the prayers I can get. I will be being operated on on November 8, 2016 (yes, on Election Day). Please reblog this. The more prayers the better. God bless :)))

Originally posted by idyllicmonkeys

while i talk a lot about the pet situation at hogwarts i would feel remiss if i didn’t mention the fact that the castle must also covered in toads like. how does anyone get their homework done when plop, there’s a toad on your parchment again and terry’s cat is clawing at your leg

frankly, the owls are the least ridiculous, given that they actually have a place to put the buggers

artsy-trin  asked:

Ok so i know I'm quite a bit late to the party, but i started your new video and it's so great that you included Rose in it! Loving the support for, well, all of the LGBT+ community! (^v^)

I’d be remiss not to have her there!

Hey…

Maybe before we start petitioning for Stefán to do this or that, we should let him fully heal from the illness he still very much has.

I am sick with a chronic illness.

My illness affects between 1% - 6% of the population.

My illness hinders my everyday life.

My illness is hard to detect and difficult to diagnose.

My illness will affect me for my whole life.

My illness may take years to go into remission but will always be here.

My illness cannot be cured, only treated.

My illness is often misunderstood even by doctors.

My illness kills 1/10 people who have it.

I have Borderline Personality Disorder and I am fighting for my life.

So, House and Senate Republicans have stated unequivocally that they are going to be repealing Obamacare as early as possible, once Donald Trump takes office. Not repeal and replace. Repeal. Is there any reason I should even begin to be happy about this?

Come on conservative friends, I know you’ve got something to say to me. You had plenty of shit to say to me about how it wasn’t going to happen during the election. What now?

And I’m not even busting out the fucking cancer card on this one, but if you guys want, I can show you my explanation of benefits for when I was undergoing chemotherapy, as well as my time in the hospital. I’ll give you a hint: with the costs, I could have gone to Harvard Law. Twice.

C'è chi abbassa la testa e subisce, chi nasconde la testa per non vedere, chi alza la testa perchè vuole giustizia e poi ci sono io che perdo la testa per chi usa la testa.
—  Lucrezia Beha

kittens were born today. people started hrt today. people got lifesaving surgeries today that were impossible when your parents were born. today people got married who couldn’t just a few years ago. today young lgbt people held hands and kissed in public and if theyd been born a few decades ago they wouldn’t have been able to. today babies were born. today people with cancer went into remission. today dogs went for walks and played in the snow. today kids went to disney world for the first time. despite everything, good things happened today

Hey there, cherubs! ♡ As most of you know, 2016 was a very hard year for me; I was diagnosed with aggressive cancer and for that reason, all my plans and dreams had to be put on hold. But tomorrow, I have the scan which will tell me if I am in remission or not - and I am ready to get back on track and chase my dreams. Like many of you, I have some big plans and I wanted to hare my tips for making the best of it all and also achieving what you wish to achieve. ♡

SET CLEAR GOALS (AS MUCH AS POSSIBLE)

  • Goals are important and help us work hard, so it’s important to have something to work towards.
  • However, it’s okay to not know exactly what you want to do!
  • “I want to be happy and have a job I love” is just as good as “I want to be a linguist who went to this university and…” You know what I mean?
  • Goals help us keep moving forward. Even if you only have short-term goals, that’s better than having no goals at all!

BE PREPARED TO WORK HARD

  • Dreams don’t come without effort. There’s no two ways about this!
  • Motivate yourself by looking at your goals and get your head down.
  • But remember, its okay to take breaks and relax - You need to find a balance that keeps you focused, but also keeps you healthy and happy.

BE POSITIVE. (NO NEGATIVITY ALLOWED!)

  • Okay, I’m kidding. We all have times when we’re feeling low and that’s okay! Don’t feel guilty just for feeling down. It happens!
  • However, your self doubt needs to go out the window as much as possible. Sometimes you have to look at yourself and make the conscious effort to smile and think, “I am worth all of this and I will go far”
  • You’re the only you there is, and you should strive to be the best version of yourself you can be. Self love and healing doesn’t happen overnight; it’s a slow process but when you find yourself and love yourself, your dreams become that little bit easier to catch. You are the key to achieving your dreams.

FIND INSPIRATION

  • Look around and let yourself be inspired. Find quotes you love - people you admire - let the world inspire you. It really is an amazing place!
  • My favourite quote is “Blessed are the curious, for they shall have adventures”. Find a quote you love and stick it above your desk!

SHARE WHAT YOU HAVE

  • Make people smile. Give to the homeless. Tell people how pretty they’re looking today. Compliment strangers. Offer support.
  • Life is about giving and sharing this love and kindness.
  • It will help you move forwards in life - believe me. You will meet amazing people through simple acts of kindness.

FAILURE OR SETBACKS ARE NOT THE END OF THE WORLD

  • You will get there. 
  • If you aren’t doing as well as you’d hoped, do not beat yourself up.
  • Work hard, push yourself, and live happily. Don’t let the world change your smile, but let your smile change the world.
  • Don’t give up! (Unless you want to.)
  • It’s okay to give up and to change your path. But don’t let anyone dictate it; Only do what you want to do. If you feel this isn’t the right direction for you, then take another path. You have years to find your path.

DREAM BIG. BE THE BEST YOU CAN BE. NEVER GIVE UP.

I want you all to know, as well, that I support you all - You’re always free to come talk to me if you’re in need of a morale boost! I’ll do the best I can! ♡

Dear Americans, dear everyone,

I started this blog because I saw sexism in films and I wanted to do my part, however small, to try to redress a wrong and shine a light on the thousands of talented women filmmakers across the world who fight every day to create beautiful art in the face of ugliness and oppression.

And while I have always only posted about films I think it would be remiss to not talk about the American election which will have devastating, life-altering consequences for many people. My heart goes out to Muslim-Americans, American-Latinos, undocumented & documented immigrants living in the U.S., LGBTQIA people, Americans of colour and Americans with disabilities and sexual assault survivors. My heart goes out to people across the world who will be negatively impacted by Trump’s regressive policies. My heart goes out to the planet because Trump’s policies will not only do nothing to stop climate change, they will actively exacerbate the problem. 

Thank you to all the people who went out to protest the day after the election. Be angry, be strong, but take breaks and take care of yourselves. This is a marathon, not a sprint. This is the next four years. 

I hear people talking about 2020. 2020 is too late. You need to start mobilizing for the November 6, 2018 midterms. You need to vote every Republican possible out of office in order to hobble Trump’s presidency as much as you can. 

Meanwhile I will be here posting as usual. I felt very gloomy about this during the past few days but I realized that even in such dark circumstances we cannot ask ourselves to be angry and protest 24/7. No one should be complacent but it is important that we take time to laugh and find joy where we can get it, even if it is just in watching a dumb movie that makes us forget our problems for an hour and a half. There is value in that. 

I am so grateful to this community of cinema lovers that continues to build each and every day and has shown so much compassion and kindness and love towards each other.    

I wish us all luck.

Neo, Great Dane (5 y/o), S 4th & Burnside St., Portland, OR • “His full name is ‘Neo there is no spoon’ (a Matrix reference). You caught him in time because he has cancer – lymphoma. He’s on chemo and in remission. I’ve had German Shepherds my whole life, but he’s the most protective. He’s like Secret Service – the only thing he’s missing is the ear piece. He’s my forever dog; I’ll be buried with him. He’s the only dog I’ve ever said that about.”

All the little things

The missing scene where Scully tells Mulder she’s in remission. As blogged so eloquently by @sunflowerseedsandscience 
Noticed the @2momsmakearight has a missing scene challenge too, so here’s my shot at that.

If she could have breathed him in, his essence, she would have. Inhaled with all her might and held her breath for days. But the tumour had all but destroyed her sense of smell. Still, she knew he was there. She could feel him at the deepest level, in a way she would never have been able to explain in a report.

           “Mulder?” Her voice broke over the incessant hum of the hospital room.

           “Hmm?”

           She heard his shirt rustle as he moved in the chair. “How long have you been here?”

           He sat forward on his elbows, and mussed his hair. She noticed how long and elegant his fingers were. Piano hands, her mother would say. His right cheek was lined from the vinyl of the high-backed chair. His tie was loose around his neck and his collar unbuttoned. Somehow, it seemed fitting that he should be suited up, however creased. Fox Mulder wore a suit well. She thought about how the pleated waistband of his pants sat snug against his hips. She’d always had a thing for hipbones. Rubbing a thumb over the rounded knob of bone, spreading her palm flat across a taut stomach. She’d had enough time recently to think about all the little things she would never do again and that had been one. It was the oddest things that struck her. Of all the horrors she had seen in her professional life, the simple cruelty of her reality had been by far the worst.

She reached out her hand and touched his. His fingers curled around hers with such tenderness that she could imagine him as a lover, how gentle, how considerate, how reverential.

           “I tried to go home, Scully, but I couldn’t do it. I couldn’t bear to go back and sit in my apartment. I…just need to be here some more.”

           She tried to roll herself further to the side of the bed, to close the distance between them. There had been times in their relationship when that distance had seemed so vast it could never been reduced; when their differences served only to convince her that they would pull each other apart, unstitch, if one of them didn’t relinquish their hold on the seams of the partnership. But there were other times, more often recently, when she had felt his presence like a second soul, when their similarities had knitted together the edges of their resolve and they had worked as one.

           “Mulder, I have something to tell you.” She squeezed his fingers. He rubbed his face, his jaw clenching. He might be the psychologist but she was well versed in human reaction and paleness, shallow breathing and tension were all classic signs of the fear response. The Mulder fear repertoire also included impulsiveness, shouting, thumping walls or people and guilt.

           “No wait, Scully. I want to speak. I’ve been sitting here waiting for you…to wake up. I’ve been rehearsing this all night. I…can you let me go first?” His eyes clouded and she scooted closer to him, close enough to pull him forward and drop a kiss on his forehead. He sat back and the look he had on his face all but burnt her heart out. His eyes were red with early tears, his nostrils flaring as he tried to control his breathing, his stubbled chin set firm.

           “K…go ahead.”

           He shuddered out a breath and steepled his hands over his nose and mouth. His brow creased and she knew the skin there would be soft. She had an impulse to cover it in kisses, press her lips there long enough to imprint herself on his brain. Instead, she stored the image in the place where she kept her dreams and hopes and simple wishes.

           “I…we don’t do this talking thing very well. We excel at things unspoken. But since you’ve been in here, it hit me…” he broke off to issue a gentle chuckle, “too late of course, that there are too many things left unspoken. Not the big things, the declarations of love or the promises to continue the quest, but the hundred thousand other minutiae that make up a life.

He sighed and looked at her. “I can’t imagine never asking you again if you want cream in your coffee, or calling you on a Sunday morning to see if you’d seen the article in the Post, or telling you that Skinner wants to see us in his office in five minutes, or watching you sign your name at hire car desk where you’d have to stand on tiptoe to reach the counter, or hoping you’d say yes to adjoining rooms, or wondering if you’d belt me if I offered to carry your bags.”

           He wiped his eyes with the back of his hand and she saw how his shirt sleeves were rolled to his elbows and the tendons in his forearms flexed. “Mulder, you don’t have to do this.”

           “But I do, Scully. That’s just it. The big things have remained unsaid for a reason. The big things are measured by the way you’ve changed my life and I hope I’ve changed yours. By the way you’ve made me work for everything, by the way you’ve opened your eyes to the truth even when it hurt so much. But the little things, they cut deep.”

           She shifted, trying to get the pillow out from under her head, so she could sit up. He stood then, took the pillow from her and placed it up against the headboard. He slipped his arms under hers and around her back and gently turned her from her side so she could sit up. She felt her breasts crush against his chest their hearts joining momentarily and hoped he did too. He pulled the sheet and blanket up over her chest and tucked a strand of her hair behind her ear. She was touched by his gentleness, his silent ministrations, his patent concern for her comfort even during his own distress. His eyes continued to well with tears and she noticed the tremble in his hands.

           “Mulder, I thought about the little things too.” She clasped her hands in her lap and snorted out a laugh. “All the time. How I would miss the way you stand you’re your hands on your hips when you’re frustrated, the way you chew on your bottom lip when you think too long, the vein in your temple that throbs when you’re angry, your Dad jokes and innuendos and hand in the small of my back.”

           Tears tracked down his cheeks now and he looked away, desperate to retain some modicum of dignity. “Scully…”

           She put a finger to his mouth. “Shh. It’s okay.” He broke into a choking sob and she let him cry it out. He shook against her, his forehead burning into her chest, melding their skin together.

           “Scully, I can’t do this without you. I can’t.”

           “You know what? You could if you had to.” She kissed his forehead, savouring the taste on her lips, she kissed his cheek, his stubbled jaw, the soft lobe of his ear and she whispered, “but you don’t, Mulder. The cancer is in remission. I’ve been trying to tell you. I’m okay. I’m okay.”

           She felt his grip tighten on the back of her neck, she felt his shoulders heave upwards, then drop just as quickly, releasing his pent-up tension.

           “The chip worked?” His voice cracked in astonishment and for the longest time he remained silent, her head tucked under his chin, his head thrown back. His shoulders wobbled and his chest expanded and he laughed and he held her close and the bed creaked as his laughing turned to crying.

           She snuffed into his neck. “We don’t know if it was the chip, but the fact remains that I’m going to get better. And we’re going to get the chance to say all those little things, Mulder.”

           She let him sink into her, revelling in the heat of his breath in the hollow between her neck and her shoulder. She brushed her fingers over the fine hairs at his nape. She bunched the fabric of his shirt in her hand and settled to the rhythm of his sobbing. She lost track of time, but her eyes grew heavy and she had to push at him to get him to release her.

           “I’m tired, Mulder.”

           “Have I ever told you how your top lip curls so sedately round your teeth when you yawn, Scully? And how you make this tiny noise when you’re entering REM sleep, like a snuffly puppy? And how your pinky finger sticks out a little when you hold a spoon to eat your yoghurt?”

           “A snuffly puppy, Mulder?”

She closed her eyes and let him talk. He told her all the little things. And she thought about all the little things that she would tell him later. And later and later.

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This Viner is on a road trip hitting up national parks across the U.S. for the entire year and Twitter is closing down Vine when she’s 2/3 done. I’d be remiss if I didn’t share a couple of hers today, I’ve shared a majority anyway! For Vine closing down, here’s a sunset over Bass Harbor Lighthouse, while it blinks, in Maine on the shores of the Atlantic, Acadia National Park. There’s a tiny trail along the coast, in-between the waves and the lighthouse here. May have walked it before. All beautiful Maine granite.