[ SECRET POST #2906 ]

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⌈ Secret Post #2906 ⌋

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Comments

Re: Dear person who cut their dick open:

[tabaqui]

Oh, man. No offense, but that drives me nutso. My SO's mom is like that. Everything that happens? 'It's cancer'. OMFG. It's not fucking cancer, would you get a grip, woman.

I just...grew up with people who didn't react much to blood and illness. You just - dealt and moved on and not much would actually kill you, so - you're fine. Have a jigger of brandy and honey and go to bed. Heh.

Re: Dear person who cut their dick open:

[(Anonymous)]

That's always my first thought. My bowel movements are off? Colon cancer. My stomach feels too inflated? Stomach cancer. It grips me for about two minutes, then I get rational.

I guess it's because my mom asked me to feel something that she'd found in the shower a couple of days before and the next thing you know, I was feeling a lump on her breast. She died three agonizing years later.

So, you know, sometimes it's as bad as you first think.

Re: Dear person who cut their dick open:

[tabaqui]

Yeah, sometimes it might be, but even if it is, getting hysterical won't fix it. Stress just makes things worse. I guess that's my mom's German side of the family - don't fuss. You cut your finger? You broke your leg? You have cancer? Don't fuss. Figure out what you need to do, and do it, and don't dwell on it.

I'm so sorry about your mother, that's just not fair.