Trixareforkids
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I got comments on Afterimage http://www.literotica.com/p/afterimage that with more detail on my sister's condition/history would make it felt more. I couldn't bring myself to change Afterimage but in thinking about it the before came to mind. So, here it is. I expect more "not very poetic" comments but sometimes poetry is no more than blood on a page.
Before She (B/S)
B/S started having seizures
B/S started loosing teeth to deteriorating bones
B/S had silicone implanted in her cheeks to fill her sunken temple
B/S pushed through weakness to walk with a metal stick
B/S attempted to stretch, strengthen and straighten her clawed hand
B/S learned to dress and care for herself with one hand
B/S figured out how to make herself understood through dissected and slackened tongue
B/S relearned to use bladder and bowels on the purpose built chair
B/S endured sand coursing over skin to recapture touch as more than a disjointed painful annoyance
B/S became so acquainted with CTs that she no longer had to be drugged into a stupor to halt the panic
B/S halted chemo and radiation for fear her heart would stop again
B/S winced in pain and tried to hold in her guts every time they pushed the cure into her chest
B/S got all her food delivered through a new belly button
B/S was rushed to surgery for the 5th clogged drainage tube
B/S shot so much rare blood out of her ear they told us while running away with her bed “It doesn't look good this time”
B/S had her second drain implanted in her skull to direct the CSF overflowing her brain to her belly
B/S had a blood red grapefruit grow silently in the night scrambling her brain while we all slept.
B/S stared blankly at a doctor on a Friday afternoon and heard him say “she's doing great, you're worrying about nothing.”
B/S had neurologists, oncologists, hematologists and radiologists conferencing around her bed “we really need to start treatment! When will she be strong enough?”
B/S celebrated her 20th birthday in the PICU
B/S heard the word rhabdomyosarcoma
B/S told us to take pics of everything so she could remember it.
B/S went into her 8th of 11 hours of surgery while her maxiofacial surgeon shamefacedly told us that it was cancer and the lab would have to tell us what type.
B/S was told “It's okay, a second biopsy isn't needed. It may appear fast growing to you, but we've seen this before, if not so large. Really, we're sure it's benign”
B/S got inconclusive results to the tongue biopsy
B/S found a hospital that was willing and able to treat her without insurance
B/S was told by a “Top 20 in Neurosurgery” hospital “It's too complicated for us”
B/S got the confirmation from the radiologist that there was a growth on her trigeminal nerve extending into her tongue
B/S was sent by the neurologists for her 1st emergency CT
B/S saw the eye doctor on a Monday morning
B/S had her mother shine a light in her eyes to find that her pupils weren't dilating
B/S called me late one Friday night to ask me to look up blurry double vision
She got dizzy while dancing, laughing and having the time of her life on a normal Friday night.
Before She (B/S)
B/S started having seizures
B/S started loosing teeth to deteriorating bones
B/S had silicone implanted in her cheeks to fill her sunken temple
B/S pushed through weakness to walk with a metal stick
B/S attempted to stretch, strengthen and straighten her clawed hand
B/S learned to dress and care for herself with one hand
B/S figured out how to make herself understood through dissected and slackened tongue
B/S relearned to use bladder and bowels on the purpose built chair
B/S endured sand coursing over skin to recapture touch as more than a disjointed painful annoyance
B/S became so acquainted with CTs that she no longer had to be drugged into a stupor to halt the panic
B/S halted chemo and radiation for fear her heart would stop again
B/S winced in pain and tried to hold in her guts every time they pushed the cure into her chest
B/S got all her food delivered through a new belly button
B/S was rushed to surgery for the 5th clogged drainage tube
B/S shot so much rare blood out of her ear they told us while running away with her bed “It doesn't look good this time”
B/S had her second drain implanted in her skull to direct the CSF overflowing her brain to her belly
B/S had a blood red grapefruit grow silently in the night scrambling her brain while we all slept.
B/S stared blankly at a doctor on a Friday afternoon and heard him say “she's doing great, you're worrying about nothing.”
B/S had neurologists, oncologists, hematologists and radiologists conferencing around her bed “we really need to start treatment! When will she be strong enough?”
B/S celebrated her 20th birthday in the PICU
B/S heard the word rhabdomyosarcoma
B/S told us to take pics of everything so she could remember it.
B/S went into her 8th of 11 hours of surgery while her maxiofacial surgeon shamefacedly told us that it was cancer and the lab would have to tell us what type.
B/S was told “It's okay, a second biopsy isn't needed. It may appear fast growing to you, but we've seen this before, if not so large. Really, we're sure it's benign”
B/S got inconclusive results to the tongue biopsy
B/S found a hospital that was willing and able to treat her without insurance
B/S was told by a “Top 20 in Neurosurgery” hospital “It's too complicated for us”
B/S got the confirmation from the radiologist that there was a growth on her trigeminal nerve extending into her tongue
B/S was sent by the neurologists for her 1st emergency CT
B/S saw the eye doctor on a Monday morning
B/S had her mother shine a light in her eyes to find that her pupils weren't dilating
B/S called me late one Friday night to ask me to look up blurry double vision
She got dizzy while dancing, laughing and having the time of her life on a normal Friday night.
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