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cosmiccyclist172 said:You can't just say things like that!
Don't even go there.
I never did any of that.
My OB-GYN told me I wasn't allowed to swim while pregnant, and they wouldn't let me touch certain foods either. Don't even think about drinking lemonade; stuff like Kraft Foods isn't good for you when you're expecting.
We were over at my aunt's place, and her daughter is pregnant right now, pretty much where I am.
Both our pregnancies have been totally smooth.
"You know, my T. isn't even cooking lately because of this heat; she's being so careful," they said.
"You know, don't pick up the kids, you shouldn't be lifting anything heavy" (Seriously?! My toddler isn't even walking yet—what am I supposed to do, let her faceplant every time she climbs out of bed, or wait for her to crawl all the way to the dresser just so I can change her?!)
"You know, you shouldn't go to the beach, that's what the doctor told my T."
And the absolute winner of this nonsense award goes to...
"My T. is going to use her own stroller" (She's 28!). They're still in great shape, and honestly, they won't even go anywhere once the baby arrives anyway.
"What do you mean they won't go anywhere?"
"Well, the baby is due in the middle of winter, so by the time the christening is over and summer hits, they won't be taking him out for walks before then."
"Well, they'll go to the doctor, and take short walks."
"I mean, you can carry them to the doctor, but no walks until after the christening, which won't be for another six months."
All I did was nod along; I was honestly too terrified to even bring up the topic of car seats.
Good grief. This whole thing is just 🤣
Sometimes I almost feel bad that I don't have this many gems around me just to give me a laugh every once in a while.
steelfalcon14 said:It’s like I’m completely invisible to everyone everywhere
I was on the subway earlier, and I swear at least three different people offered me their seat
Precisely.
I don't ride the subway all that often, but I feel compelled to point out that not once—not even once—was a seat offered to me by a woman. It’s always men. Younger guys, older guys—it doesn't matter. Just men.
I don't have any questions regarding the test results or the prognosis—that’s unfortunately already a closed chapter at this point—but if anyone could share how they cope with the crushing realization that things might have gone differently had the doctors handled the patient's treatment differently... maybe that would help us.
My aunt underwent surgery for breast cancer 3.5 years ago; she had a mastectomy and completed radiation, though they decided chemotherapy wasn't necessary.
Throughout that entire period, she dealt with persistent back pain—initially in her shoulders, then moving to her lower back, and eventually spreading through her entire spine. The doctors simply advised her to lose about 20 pounds and stay active. No further diagnostic testing was ever performed.
Six months ago, she broke her arm near the shoulder. Given her history with breast cancer, they scanned that area more thoroughly and expressed suspicion of bone metastases, telling us she absolutely needed to go to the hospital in Chicago once she returned home (since the fracture happened in another city).
To make a long story short: metastases throughout the entire spine and all bones. As of last month, there are metastases in the liver as well. We sought multiple opinions, but the doctors all give us the same prognosis—one year maximum.
Breast cancer runs very deep in our family; my mother also had it, and besides the mastectomy, she went through chemotherapy, and she's been fine for 14 years now. However—and this is the part that sticks in my throat—my mother was given a bone scan after her treatment, but my aunt never was.
How do you live with the fact that all of this might have been avoided? That perhaps, with timely intervention or a different approach, the outcome wouldn't be this?
This is hitting our whole family incredibly hard. My mom is with her constantly because her mobility is failing, and it's really just a matter of time before she can't walk at all.
I am pregnant right now, which makes the emotional detachment so much harder—it's an impossible weight to carry. Even though I’m a realist and not someone prone to depression, I just cannot reconcile with the idea that this could have ended differently.
The belly touching thing.
It’s only been a little while since I started this job, and I’ve already had some people "caress" my stomach—always out of nowhere, always just passing by, no conversation, just accompanied by this incredibly stupid grin.
I’ll be standing next to someone, and suddenly, they're touching my midsection.
It's the women, not the men.
What is wrong with them? The last time it happened, I actually grabbed her hand away because I was already so livid—it honestly made me lose my temper.
Has anyone else dealt with this? I get the feeling it’s actually more common with casual acquaintances than actual friends.
Regarding those last two posts.
It’s the exact same story over here. The very first thing people hit me with is, "Wait, you're still working?"—as if it's some sort of tragedy. Honestly, leave me alone; I don't have any issues, and I actually love what I do.
But the second I mention that I’m hoping to stay on the clock until my final 45 days, suddenly everyone becomes an expert. They start acting like it's a crisis, lecturing me about how I desperately need to "rest" and "prepare" for the baby.
As if catching up on sleep is going to fix anything. Right—because clearly, I can just bank 150 hours of extra sleep now to use later, and then everything will magically be easy.