#biopsy

[fullofmarbles]

punch biopsy rambles

punch biopsies are just so hot. imagine the anticipation, knowing the sting will come from deep inside your womb but not knowing when. just needing to hold still as medical tools insert into your parts. the cramping as your cervix is dialated and then again as the biopsy is taken. perhaps a cruel doctor says that the results came out normal but he wants check weekly...

[bitstitchbitch]

Doctors urged to treat pain for IUD insertion and other procedures

A major medical group now recommends pain-blocking treatments for IUD insertion and other procedures amid a growing recognition that women's

it's about fucking time!

anyway, here is an example of why it's important to speak up about medical issues. the primary motivation for this change was women (and trans and intersex folks with uteruses) speaking up on social media about the pain and trauma of these procedures. by speaking up in a large enough volume over a long enough time, we have now gotten recognition and medical guideline changes

this goes for other, non-medical, things too

[belleoftheballpoint]

Get Your Annual Mammograms

I had a scare at the beginning of December. It was one of those moments where time does that horrible stretching thing, where days slow down and your brain quietly starts rehearsing worst-case futures you never asked to imagine. Suddenly every plan feels provisional. Every later feels fragile.

I didn’t tell many people. Not because I didn’t need support, but because saying it out loud made it feel drastically, terrifyingly more real. Because once the words exist, they can’t be put back. So I kept the circle very small.

For nearly a month, I lived in that strange, suspended limbo where you don’t know if you do or do not have cancer. Where every phone notification makes your stomach drop. Where your mind keeps circling the same question, over and over, with no answer yet. And when cancer is something that already lives in your history, when it’s something that took your mother when she was younger than you are now, that limbo hits differently. It brings ghosts with it.

I got my lymph node and breast tissue core biopsy results back on December 31.

Entering 2026 cancer-free, and thank fuck.

The relief wasn’t quiet or graceful. It was immediate and physical. I sobbed, my partner sobbed. The kind of full-body, shaking, cathartic crying that feels like your nervous system finally unclenching after weeks of holding its breath. It wasn’t just relief; it was grief releasing its grip, fear finally allowed to drain out, all at once. I didn’t realize how tightly I’d been wound until I was suddenly allowed to fall apart.

That moment, that release is something I won’t forget.

I also want to talk about the biopsy part, because I had no reference for what that would be like and it scared the absolute hell out of me. The unknown usually always does with me.

If you ever find yourself there: the lidocaine is genuinely the worst part. That sting/burn is uncomfortable, and it hurt, especially in my armpit, not gonna sugarcoat it, but it’s brief. After that, it was mostly pressure and weird sensations, not pain. Strange, yes. Scary because of what it means, yes. But physically? Manageable. The staff talked me through everything, step by step, and that helped more than I expected.

I wish someone had told me that beforehand.

And something else I didn’t fully realize until I was in it: having the right care team matters. A lot.

Mine held my hand without asking. Brought me a blanket when I started shivering. Cracked jokes to break the tension. Told me I was brave, but not in a patronizing way, in a you’re doing something hard and we see you way. That kindness mattered. That humanity mattered. It made one of the potentially scariest moments of my life feel less lonely and less overwhelming.

You deserve that kind of care. You deserve providers with good bedside manner, patience, warmth, and compassion, especially when you’re scared and vulnerable and trying to keep it together.

I know medical stuff is scary. I know appointments get postponed because life is busy or anxiety is loud or you don’t want to borrow trouble from a future that might never happen. I get it. Truly. I know medical debt is real and affording screenings and medical appointments is often the biggest barrier.

But early detection matters. It gives you options. It gives you time. Sometimes, like in my case, it gives you peace of mind instead of a nightmare. And it helps set baselines for future care.

I have three little markers, smaller than a grain of rice, in my left breast and lymph node now, to track growth (if any) for the rest of my life. I have a team dedicated to making sure that any cancer is detected at stage zero for my best chances. Which means everything. More than I really have enough words for (although this is a lot already). But it matters, I'm a high-risk patient. I have a 41% lifetime risk of getting breast cancer, so anything and everything we can do to keep that down, to stay on top of my mammograms and ultrasounds is critical.

So please, if you’re able: get checked. Encourage your friends to get checked. Be annoying about it if you have to.

I’m incredibly grateful. I’m relieved in a way that still hasn’t fully settled into my body yet. And I’m sharing this because if it helps even one person feel less afraid, or make that appointment they’ve been avoiding, it’s worth being vulnerable about.

[psych-me]

Have practical exam tomorrow

Tired of giving exams want it to end 🥲

Let's hope it goes well 🙂

[noahs-kayak]

A fascinating experience

[treeholderr]

Biopsy#2

Background: I learned about this EP's release from Bb0ii's Tumblr, and I've been eagerly awaiting it since around January 25th. I knew it would be in the breakcore style and such, but I didn't know it would be a very experimental album. Analysis:

I see now is a short intro track that sounds reminiscent of Steve's speech from the game Spore, and I really like the added and enhanced distortion at the end. Garden of Guardian Angels is a track that successfully blends chiptune and breakcore. The track begins with a piano part, followed by a devastating series of chopped drum loops that sound like a jackhammer. The track is pretty cool, but there's something better on this EP. Going NOW is a track that blew me away. There are such drum parts that make an amen break turn into a frantic angle grinder. He amazed me with the production and performance, because before Going NOW I didn’t think that bb0ii could produce such a thing and it pleasantly surprised me. DGSM is a track that's similar to the rest of the tracks on this EP, but in my opinion, it's the weakest of them all. It doesn't have a wow factor because it's similar to the others, but it's still good. SAVIOR OF THE KNOWN is the most magnificent track here. It mixes bb0ii's signature chiptune, ambient, and crazy Amen breaks. The best on the EP, nothing to even say about it. Past Patterns is a skit track featuring a sweet chiptune composition that seems to foreshadow something, and it foreshadows the next, equally awesome track. FUTURE IS BRIGHT (DESPITE EVERYTHING) - I don't know why, but this track reminded me of Salvador Dali's paintings. Specifically, The Persistence of Memory, because the clock in that picture, and the drum parts in this track, are constantly changing, and you can't predict what will happen next. You won't find a single identical moment here. for the foreseen is an outro track that perfectly describes the cover of this wonderful EP. It has a very cosmic and otherworldly vibe. There's some kind of Morse code at the end of the track, who can figure it out ?

Conclusion So, what do we have? Ultimately, we have a wonderful, technically brilliant EP. There are some flaws, but they're minor: the chiptune melodies are monotonous (though that may be a genre characteristic) and there are some tracks that seem to have been crammed in for quantity (though that may just be my impression). Overall score: 76/100 @bb0ii @bb0ii

[sup3rqu33n]

{TW MEDICAL!}

sup guys. soooo it’s been a week since my deep-tissue neck dissection & here’s a 1-week recap. incision was 4–5 inches!!! as was the huge-ass tumor my surgeon pulled out.

surgery took 3 hours (more than twice as long as expected), recovery’s gross, but I made it through the scary part! thanks to all the cool-ass pals who messaged me vibezzz 💜

i watched my numb neck socket swell, bleed, weep, gush… wore a plasma fruit bloodbag inside my bra collecting post-op foulness… tracked drains, watched colors change, & let my bod figure shit out. even with porphyria. im recovering. maybe? perhaps i wont die at 23 after all, hah, painful yet fascinating.

oh & the bruising isn’t too gross, but the color display is wild! i swear my most recent neck color display looks like a pride flag tho 🏳️‍🌈

white to red to purple to the naviest of blues, then midnight blacks, espressos, chocolate & plum, even peridot, gold, & Baltic amber.

now i’m waiting to get my 1-week post-op report. hopefully ❤️‍🩹 RAINBOW BITCH HEALINGZ 🏳️‍🌈 ✨ 🐇

[shyyycatsblog]

I survived my biopsy surgery yall ✌️