One day when I was fifteen I said “ma you know what’d be funny, Shrek checks.” And she remembered. She held onto that thought for five years. I opened a checking account a month ago and my mom asked me if she could order my checks so I said sure. This is what I got. Every check has a different character on it, some have donkey, some have Fiona. I’m not even mad that no one’s gonna take me seriously and my adult life is ruined. I’m just straight up impressed that my mom held onto that memory for five years and pulled this off.
a peaceful walk in the woods really relaxes me. the fact that I’m dragging a body should be irrelevant.
people were writing “hot or not” lists on the bathroom stalls when i was in 8th grade and the dean of students came on the morning announcements and said something i will never forget “we’ve got some bad apples at this school… and it’s applesauce season”
No one can predict what might cause your death. Not even if you were the most feared beast in these parts.
Alright guys. This is it. The Big Donation Post. Last time I was able to raise the $200 needed for my ultrasound thanks to you guys, and I have faith that I can raise the money needed for my biopsy, too.
I am a disabled, (mentally and physically), intersex transman with a thyroid tumor, living in southeast Alabama. I’m currently unemployed and in line for disability, (which will take about four months and tons of doctors visits to verify my illnesses, mental and physical). My husband goes to school at Faulkner and works at Arby’s . We manage to keep the bills barely paid, and that’s about it. About two(?) months ago my husband found a weird lump on my throat, which I always assumed was an adam’s apple due to my being intersex. I went to my GP and she told me it was likely either a cyst, a mass, or a tumor. I then made an appointment at an income based clinic and they did an ultrasound. they said it didn’t look good and that there was about a 50/50 chance of it being malignant, (something about undefined borders and other masses in my throat.) They couldn’t do anything else for me, so they, (Hope Clinic, Fairhope, AL.), referred me to an oncologist.
After a brief chat with him on the phone, we decided a full panel blood work was also needed, as I’m pre-diabetic, and also have Hypothyroidism, so my THS levels need to be monitored, (last time they were checked four years ago they were THIRTY SIX, the normal is less than 1.). He quoted me $700. $700 to stick a six inch needle into my fucking throat and have a lab look at it along with my blood. Absurd. I hate the USA. My appointment is in exactly thirty days.
The doctor I am seeing is: Gulf Coast Cancer Center: Hixson William C MD, in Foley, AL.
Anyways, this is literally a life and death situation. I’ve lost a lot of weight, vomit constantly, (I can’t keep DRINKS, PILLS, or FRUIT down for god’s sake. I haven’t eaten anything that wasn’t immediately expelled in about a week), and am constantly fatigued. I went from 190 pounds to 115 in less than five months. This is very very not good.
I am crying out to you, tumblr. Please, help me. My family already told me they won’t or can’t help. This is my last option. I’m tired of the anxiety, the feeling of being unsure. I know Thyroid cancer is rarely deadly and is very easy to treat… but… it’s just… the C word, man. I need this biopsy more than i need anything else.
There is a donation button on my page. Please use that. If you can’t afford to donate, or don’t have a Paypal, PLEASE signal boost! Heck, I’ll accept money orders, snail mail cash, checks, anything. I just need this money. (I have roughly $150 saved up so far on my own, so I don’t need the full $700.)
Any extra donations will go towards paying my prescription costs, buying my specialized, (hella pricey), diet, and possibly HRT or therapy.
Even if all you can spare is $1, please send it. $1 from one thousand people could change my life forever.
If I can get a couple of popular bloggers to reblog this, I’m sure I’ll meet my goal! (Listen here, famous mutuals. I see u.)
come on, guys! this is way more important than the last one and it has over 500 notes! ;-;
i’ll draw things for anybody who donates more than $10??
![tastefullyoffensive:
“[blurplegreen]
”](https://64.media.tumblr.com/ac91e25f5787554d179321b268bcc21f/tumblr_n4rkd1hU961qewacoo1_500.jpg)
so hey pals, my mother got in the first car accident of her life where she was at fault, and our insurance probably won’t cover the damage to our car or her possible injuries. we rear-ended a jeep cherokee in our pontiac g6 sedan, leaving our hood crumpled. my mother estimates the repairs will cost over 3,000 dollars.
i am practically the only source of income for my mother and myself, because my father is unemployed and does not contribute as much as he could, and my mother is disabled such that she is unable to work. she does receive a stipend every month but it has to go straight to bills, because we are severely in debt. her medication is extremely expensive, and she is severely depressed and suicidal. we live rent-free on my grandparents’ property but we are far enough out of town that there are no buses and our car is my only mode of transportation to and from my two jobs, aka, our only reliable source of income. this accident has also cemented the need for me to get my beginner’s, as odd as it might seem, which requires a fee.
i can’t offer any compensation for donations other than, perhaps, some fanfiction or a fanmix or a little polyvore set. you can donate to me through paypal— the associated email is turtleduckies@gmail.com
please please please, if you can, send a little money my way.
please signal boost this if you cant help sarah out!!! fae is such a good and sweet person
and then you click on their blog and it’s all “Asymmetrical Prospit Dreamer, Aquarius Rising, Hufflepuff-Gryffindor, Sylph of Blood, Superwholock, Rise of The Tangled Brave Dragons. Call me Komaeda”