Recently, a reddit user asked the community “What’s your greatest ‘Well I’m fu***d ….’ moment?”, and that’s when the user WAWDoing responded with this heartbreaking and powerful message.
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Oh, it’s easy to think that was enough to take me out. It wasn’t terminal, it was fatal if I did nothing so I of course opted to have the surgery done again.
Oh it got a lot worse after that.
I lost too much blood on brain surgery #2 after 16 hour surgery, and had to have an emergency transfusion. Then I spiked a fever of 103 when I awoke that wasn’t going down and threatened to take me out. I was so out of it I don’t even remember enduring that ordeal, just the pain. Then the surgery/tumor caused me to suffer throat paralysis in such a way that I could no longer swallow food down my throat or keep it from going into my lungs. That meant I couldn’t eat or drink. IVs kept me hydrated but I couldn’t have a peg tube for food surgically put into me because I just finished major brain surgery, and my body wouldn’t be able to handle the additional stress of another surgery. The doctors told my father this and he burst into tears saying, ‘They just killed my son.” For the first time since I woke from my operation, I sat up in the bed, pointed to my father, and said, “I live through this,”
So it was a race, can I heal up fast enough to get the surge, to have the feeding tube implanted in me before I starved to death? I went 14 days with food and lost 70 lbs. I now know what it means to starve. Of course, it didn’t matter because they discovered the tumor was still growing once more. I would have to go through 30 days of intense radiation to try and stop it. This was on top of my physical therapy as I was too weak from losing all that weight and the radiation was also zapping my strength. When I finally finished, I was able to walk but could not get up from a seated position as my knees were too weak. It took me six months to get released back to work and I still live with the fear that it will come back.
Oh, and if you think that this ended happily ever after… 3 months after I returned to my job of 11 years, the company filed for bankruptcy, shut down, and I was laid off. I’ve been struggling to find work but people won’t hire me as I work with computer support face to face and my facial paralysis has made a lot of people pass me over for interviews. But as bad as things are right now, as hard as things are right now, I still look myself in the mirror and say, “I live through this!”