Quick aside, I asked if I could keep my operating room socks, they said yes and I still have them and wear them to this day!
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Ok so, it’s no great secret that the process for getting bottom surgery is long, convoluted, and involves a myriad of documentation telling the insurance company that I am indeed sure about what I want. As it turns out, the insurance company doesn’t really care if I’m sure, so they need a bunch of other doctors to tell them that I’m sure.
It is what it is, but I do wish that “what it is” was simpler.
When I got a vasectomy in 2021 (I guess this is me announcing that, as only my wife and a few friends knew until this comic), the urologist gave me one “are you sure?” then a little spiel about how while vasectomies are reversible, reversal surgeries aren’t 100% guaranteed to be successful. I said cool, no problem, and he followed up by saying the same.
I was scheduled shortly after to get it done, and my insurance company was like hell yeah bro let’s do it, no questions asked.
It’s frustrating that when presenting male, beyond the standard operating procedure to inform me of what getting a vasectomy would entail and what reversal options were, I was immediately accepted, granted the procedure, and had it covered.
When presenting female, suddenly there’s a whole lot of extra folks at the insurance company that are questioning if I’m *really* sure.
As if I woke up one day and on a whim thought to myself, “you know what I feel like today? A major surgery!”
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Summary: This was a request that I accidentally deleted in my inbox. I'm so sorry! I hope you find this, sweet anon! Jack Abbot's daughter comes down with appendicitis just as the hospital goes on lockdown.
TW: vomit, illness, surgery, brief mentions of blood, panic attacks
Jack walked into the house and immediately noticed how quiet it was. For the past three weeks, he had been welcomed home by the sound of his teenage daughter's favorite band blasting throughout the house. He was starting to regret the concert tickets.
Normally, he’d welcome the silence. A peaceful break from the constant wall of sound that was his job and a teenage daughter. But something was off. He could feel it. There was a danger to this quiet.
“Olivia?” Jack called into the house as he shrugged his backpack off his shoulders.
No response.
He made his way toward her bedroom. His limp barely slowed him down. His tired leg wasn’t getting between him and his daughter. He tried to take a breath. He knocked on the door, thinking that he was probably overreacting.
“Liv?” He knocked again.
There was a faint groan on the other side of the door.
“I’m coming in.” He practically ripped the door from the hinges as he opened it.
Olivia was curled in a ball and shaking on her bed. Sweat was beading on her forehead and her skin lost all color.
“Baby.” He rushed to her side, brushing the sweaty hair from her face. “What’s going on?”
“Stomach hurts.” She whined.
“Okay. How long?” Jack started assessing her.
“Started this morning. Thought it was food poisoning or something. But it’s getting worse, and I’m throwing up.” Olivia groaned as Jack moved her to lay on her back.
“I’m going to press on your belly. Let me know if it hurts.” Jack said as he started palpating. Olivia cried out when he pressed on her lower right side.
“OW!” She gasped.
“I’m sorry, Honey.” Jack cursed under his breath. “Does it hurt more when I push in or when I let go?”
“Let go!” She cried.
“Okay. We gotta go to the hospital.” Jack said, getting up and grabbing one of her gym bags, and shoving clothes in it.
“No! I don’t want to go to the ER!” Olivia whined, holding her belly.
“I know you don’t. Believe me, that is the last place I want to be right now. But you’re really sick. I think it’s appendicitis.” Jack started pulling socks on her feet.
“Dad, stop!” Olivia hissed.
“Livvy, you’re too sick to fight this right now. I’m not playing around.” Jack’s voice went firm. The type of tone he used on his students when they fucked up. The tone Olivia knew meant no more fucking around.
“…alright.” She whispered.
“Thank you.” Jack let out a sigh of relief. He wasn’t sure he had the strength left to fight a teenager into a car.
He helped her to her feet and guided her down to the entryway. He slipped her Crocs on her feet. As soon as she was in the car, she was back in a ball.
Jack tried to keep his nerves to himself. His knuckles were white as he gripped the steering wheel with everything he had in him. He tried to stay the speed limit, but it was pissing him off that only stupid people seemed to be on the road this morning.
“I’m gonna throw up!” Olivia groaned.
“Okay, okay.” Jack grabbed one of his reusable grocery bags and shoved it under her face.
“I don’t want to!” Olivia cried.
“I know, Honey. I’m sorry. We’ll get you something for the nausea when we get there.” He pulled as much hair from her face as he could with one hand. Olivia retched into the bag, gagging and spitting with tears streaming down her face.
Jack came speeding into the ambulance bay, parking next to the bikes, not giving a shit who yelled at him.
“Jesus, Jack. Where’s the fire?” Dana stamped out her cigarette and rushed over.
“Liv is sick. Appendicitis.” Jack panted.
“Shit. I’ll get a chair.” Dana ran inside.
“Take the bag, it’s so gross!” Olivia gagged at the bag of vomit in her hands.
“It’s okay, give it to me.” Jack took the bag without a reaction. He ran over and tossed it in the trash just outside the door.
“Jack, what’s going on?” Robby came running out with Dana.
“Fever, fatigue, vomiting, and lower right quadrant pain. Positive Blumberg sign during rebound test.” Jack rattled off.
“Okay, appendicitis is easy. Take a breath.” Robby told him.
“Dana, I’m gonna throw up again!” Olivia sobbed.
“Okay, it’s okay, Sweetheart.” Dana shoved an emesis bag under Olivia’s chin.
“Second time in less than five minutes.” Jack shook his head.
“Let’s get her inside. I want an ultrasound to confirm inflammation. Get her set up with IV access and start her on Zofran.” Robby ordered as they all rushed into the ER.
“Whitaker!” Jack shouted. The young doctor looked up at him with terrified eyes.
“Huh?”
“Park my car in employee parking for me.” Jack tossed his keys.
“Oh, um, sure.” Whitaker fumbled with the keys as he ran off.
The room was filled with nurses and techs getting Olivia set up. Jack pushed his way to stand next to her bed.
“You’re okay, it’s a lot because they don’t want to piss me off.” Jack tried to joke.
“Jack, I need you to come sign her in.” Dana said.
“I’m not leaving her.” Jack growled.
“That was my polite way of saying you need to get your ass out of the room so the poor girl can change into a gown. Stop snapping at me and move your ass.” Dana barked.
“I’m okay.” Olivia nodded.
“I’ll be just outside.” Jack promised. “Perlah, you don’t leave her side.”
“Wouldn’t dream of it.” Perlah nodded. “Let’s get you comfy, Hon.”
Jack stumbled his way out of the room. Dana pulled him over to a chair by the desk and pushed him into it.
“Shit.” Jack sighed.
“She’ll be fine. You’re just sensitive. Which is fine.” Dana said, handing him a clipboard and a pen.
“She hasn’t been this sick since she was a baby.” Jack took a deep breath.
“It’s tough, seeing your baby sick. No parent is good at it.” Dana sighed.
“My wife was always better with this stuff. I was always a mess when she scraped her knee or got the flu.” Jack put his head in his hands. Dana was taken back by the sudden vulnerability from Jack. He rarely mentioned his wife, let alone in such a delicate way.
“You’re allowed to be bad at this. You’re allowed to not be the perfect parent here. Just be good enough.” Dana gave his back a pat.
“She deserves her mother here.” Jack squeezed his eyes shut, willing the pain away.
“She does.” Dana couldn’t argue with the man.
Jack filled out the paperwork with shaky hands and blurry sight. He shoved it back at Dana and tried to remember how to breathe. He knew how to handle appendicitis in any other person. But this was his kid, his baby. It felt bigger. It felt more breakable.
“Dr. Abbot, she’s dressed. She’s asking for you.” Perlah’s head popped out of the room. Jack rushed over.
Olivia was laying on the bed, her pale skin making Jack’s chest hurt. She looked up at him with wide eyes; she looked like she was three again. Jack didn’t know how he was going to make it through this.
“Hey, Liv. How you doing?” He sat next to her, brushing a stray tear from her cheek.
“It hurts and I’m scared.” Olivia tried to take a deep breath that stuttered in her chest.
“I know. But we got the best in the city here. We see this type of thing all the time. It’ll be over before you know it.” Jack smiled.
Robby came walking as one of the nurses wheeled in the ultrasound machine. He gave a few orders before turning back to Olivia.
“Okay, Liv. I’m going to have a look at that appendix, see if it’s inflamed. It might be uncomfortable, I’ll have to put some pressure on your belly.” Robby explained.
“You got this, Honey.” Perlah smiled as she tucked the blanket into the top of her underwear and rolled her gown up.
“Will it take long?” Olivia asked, looking up to her father.
“Nope. Just a few minutes.” Jack reassured her.
“The gel is a little cold.” Robby warned as he pressed the probe into her abdomen.
“Ow!” Olivia whined, squeezing her eyes shut.
“Deep breath, Liv.” Jack held her hand, brushing her hair back from her face.
“I’m sorry, kid. I’ll be as quick as I can.” Robby muttered as he watched the screen. “Okay. Yep, that is one inflamed appendix.”
“That needs to come out now.” Jack let out a stressed breath.
“Agreed. Perlah, get Garcia down here ASAP.” Robby ordered.
“On it.” Perlah rushed to the phone on the wall.
“I have to get surgery?” Olivia was starting to shake again.
“Yes. It’s what needs to happen. You're past the point of just antibiotics.” Robby told her as he wiped the gel from her belly.
“They do these surgeries all the time. It’s one of the easiest. You’re going to be fine.” Jack’s voice was lighter, softer, than the staff was used to hearing.
“Am I going to have big scar? Summer break is soon!” Olivia pulled her gown back down.
“Shouldn’t be big. They’ll probably go in laparoscopically. A few inches.” Jack told her.
“Garcia will be down as soon as she finishes up with the foreign body removal.” Perlah told them.
“Okay. Let’s get Liv on that Zofran and we’ll start the antibiotics while we wait.” Robby ordered. “Try to relax, kid. We’re taking good care of you.”
“You relax when your appendix is trying to explode.” Oliva hissed.
“Fair point.” Robby chuckled. “I’ll be back when Garcia is down here.” Robby left.
“Good to see the teen angst is still intact.” Jack smiled.
“Not funny.” Olivia groaned, curling into a ball again.
“Sorry.” Jack tucked the blanket around her. The overhead speakers crackled loudly, making them both jump.
“Code Pink. Code Pink. Hospital wide shut down immediately. Code Pink. Hospital wide shut down immediately.” The automated voice barked.
“Shit.” Jack sighed.
“What? What does that mean?” Olivia sat up with a wince.
“Nothing for you to be worried about. It means someone stole a baby. It happens more than you’d think. The hospital has to shut down. No one can leave.” Jack told her.
“People steal babies!?” Olivia gasped.
“People do weird shit. Stay put.” Jack said.
“Where am I going?” Olivia rolled her eyes.
“Smartass.” Jack scoffed as he went out to the charge desk.
The staff was gathered around Robby and Dana, looking confused. Robby was on the phone, nodding his head. He hung up the phone and rubbed his eyes for a second.
“Okay. Everyone, listen up!” He took command of the room. “Code Pink means someone is trying to take a baby that isn’t theirs. So, the hospital is shut down. Let the patients know why we can’t let them leave. The front desk has a script to stick to. Security will be everywhere. It will make some patients uneasy. Reassure them, they only want to find the baby. They have no other motives. This means no one goes in or out. No one leaves the department. They’ve locked down the elevators. We’ll be diverting until this is over.”
“How long does this usually take?” Santos asked.
“Usually not long. An hour.” Robby shrugged. “Do not bother security unless necessary. Get back to it.”
“I’m guessing Garcia didn’t make it down before lockdown.” Jack grumbled.
“No. She’ll be stuck on the surgery floor until this is over. But we’ve got meds, we’ll keep her stable until then.” Robby tried to reassure Jack.
“Hey, Dr. Robby?” Perlah came walking up.
“What’s up?” Robby crossed his arms.
“I was getting Livvy started on her meds, the Zofran and antibiotics, she started shaking really bad. Says it feels like her belly is going to explode. She’s in a lot of pain.” Perlah’s look of concern made Jack’s blood go cold.
“Shit. Okay. Ultrasound still in there?” Robby asked.
“Yeah.” Perlah nodded.
“Let’s have another look. It was pretty inflamed. Might just be that she isn’t distracted anymore.” Robby said, pushing past Jack.
“Or it’s about to rupture.” Jack growled.
The three burst into the room to find Olivia, red in the face and shaking. Her whole body shivered as sweat poured down her skin.
“Olivia, I’m going to take another look at that appendix. I’m worried about the increase in pain.” Robby said, pulling the machine closer to the bed. He didn’t delay, quickly gelling the wand and jamming it into Olivia’s belly.
“Hurts!” Olivia sobbed.
“I know, I’m sorry, Baby.” Jack stroked her hair.
“O-kay.” Robby took in a sharp breath. Jack’s head snapped up.
“That thing needs out now.” Jack hissed.
“Yes, it does.” Robby sighed.
“Surgery is shut-”
“Jack. Not in here.” Perlah warned, flicking her yes to the clearly scared teen.
“Baby, Robby and I are going to talk about options. We’ll be right back. Perlah is going to get you some pain meds. Right, Robby?” Jack’s glare lifted to meet Robby’s eyes.
“Yep. Let’s get her started on Morphine and low dose Fent. Start the Tramadol as well.” Robby told Perlah as he walked out.
“What the fuck are you going to do?” Jack looked like he was about to explode.
“I don’t know.” Robby sighed, running a hand through his hair.
“Well, figure it out! If that thing ruptures than we’re in a worse spot!” Jack shouted.
“Hey, lower your voices!” Dana snapped. “What’s going on?”
“Olivia’s appendix is about to rupture and we don’t have a surgeon or a suite to take it out!” Jack growled, pacing in front of the desk.
“Christ almighty.” Dana cursed.
“Alright, let’s all just take a breath.” Robby looked around the treatment area, looking for a clue. “Santos!”
“Yeah, boss?” Santos came waltzing over, looking Jack up and down.
“You did a surgical rotation during your internship?” Robby asked.
“Yeah. Did one during med school, too. Why?” She looked confused. Jack’s head snapped up, glaring into Robby.
“No. Absolutely not!” Jack barked.
“We might not have a choice!” Robby said.
“What’s going on?” Santos asked, wide-eyed.
“Dr. Abbot’s daughter’s appendix is about to burst. We’re on lock down. When was the last time you assisted on an appy?” Robby asked as if he was asking her the last time she bought paper towels.
“Oh. Oh shit. Um…few years ago. We can’t do it down here.” Santos shook her head.
“Now’s your time to shine, Dr. Santos. Think you can remember enough to assist?” Robby asked.
“Um, y-yeah. Yes. I can do it.” Santos nodded.
“This is insane! We don’t have anesthesiology down here! We can’t knock her out!” Jack protested.
“Spinal block?” Santos suggested.
“That’s what I was thinking.” Robby nodded.
“No way! I’m not letting you cut open my kid while she’s wide awake!” Jack couldn’t believe what he was hearing.
“Jack, if we don’t, she’s going to get worse. You said it yourself.” Robby said.
“Fuck!” Jack shouted. He didn’t know what to do anymore. He knew how this went on a normal day. They would have come in, gotten her started on meds, consult, up to surgery. Done in thirty minutes. How was he supposed to say okay to something so outlandish?
“Jack, you know I wouldn’t play around with her. I wouldn’t do this if I had any other choice.” Robby tried to take a deep breath.
“Ahmad! How close are you to getting this idiot?” Jack ran over to the security office.
“Not very. We got guys going through every floor. But the basement is going to take at least an hour for them to comb through.” Ahmad told him.
“Shit! Fuck!” Jack stomped over to the desk.
“We can do this, Dr. Abbot. We’ll keep her safe.” Santos told him.
Something in her tone made him stop. The way she comforted him, something she wasn’t particularly known to do, made him trust her. Maybe that’s why she didn’t do it often. It was her secret weapon.
“Okay. I don’t have a choice.” Jack sighed.
“Dana, I’m taking Perlah and Donnie. We’ll do this in trauma one. Is Esme here?” Robby went into his command mode. Ready to get everything organized.
“Yeah, I think so.” Dana nodded.
“Get her in there. Tell her to do her best, I want it the cleanest it’s ever been.” Robby turned to Santos. “You’re going to assist. I’ll be lead. Go brush up on the procedure, come find me if you have questions.”
“On it.” Santos ran off to find the textbooks they kept lying around.
“Perlah, get her prepped as best you can with what we’ve got. We’ll get her on some stronger antibiotics to be safe.” Robby watched the nurse run off. “Jack, you’re going to sit by her head and keep her calm. Can you do that?”
“Yeah. I have to.” Jack cleared his throat.
“If she panics, it could really fuck this up.” Robby warned.
“I know. I’ll do what I can.” Jack took a deep breath to steady himself.
Jack’s feet felt like they were both made of metal as he trudged back to Olivia’s room. He didn’t know how he was going to get her through this.
“Dad! Perlah said I’m going to be awake!?” Olivia looked up at him like he was crazy. Maybe he was.
“You won’t feel anything. We’re going to place a nerve block in your spine. Like an epidural. You won’t be able to feel from your belly button down.” Jack sat next to her, his signature ‘dad face’ on full display.
“Can’t it wait? I don’t want to be awake!” Olivia begged.
“I wish it could. But they aren’t bound to lift lockdown for an hour. Your appendix will rupture before that. I know this is scary. I will be with you the whole time. I won’t let anything happen to you. I swear.” Jack held her hand a little tighter than he meant to, but he couldn’t let her go.
“I trust you.” Olivia sighed.
“I love you.” Jack kissed her forehead.
The walk to the trauma bay felt like five miles. They wheeled the gurney into the semi-sterile room. Everyone was in sterile gowns, even Jack. No one was going to let anything slip.
“Alright, Olivia, I’m going to place a spinal block in your back. You’ll feel a pinch and some pressure. I need you to be as still as possible. I know it hurts, but don’t flinch.” Robby explained as Perlah swabbed the area with betadine.
“I’ll do my best.” Olivia’s voice shook.
“Just focus on me. Okay?” Jack held her hands in his, giving them a firm squeeze.
“Deep breath in, Liv.” Robby instructed.
Olivia drew in a deep breath. Robby checked the ultrasound again for placement and drove the needle in. Olivia whimpered at the sensation.
“And let it out. Catheter is in. Great job, Livvy.” Robby said as he finished taping everything in.
“When does it start?” Olivia asked as they rolled her back onto her back.
“You’ll feel it in a second, Hon.” Perlah gave her shoulder a pat.
Olivia looked around the room, everyone masked up, in light blue gowns. It wasn’t a sight she was used to. Even more unusual was the nervous look in everyone’s eyes. She had seen them go through hell and back without so much as a flicker of anxiety. Now, they were nervous. It made her stomach drop.
“Mmm…my legs feel funny.” Olivia said.
“That means it’s working.” Jack told her.
“Dr. Santos, be ready with the sponges. She’s known to have iron deficient anemia, let’s be mindful of blood loss.” Robby said as he looked over his instrument tray.
“Let’s get the partition up for her, please.” Santos instructed.
“On it.” Perlah came over and started pining up a cloth between IV poles, hiding everything below Olivia’s chest.
“It’s better if you don’t see what they’re doing.” Jack told her.
“It feels weird. I hate it.” Olivia squeezed her eyes shut.
“Olivia, I’m going to press in a few places. I need you to tell me if you feel it.” Robby said.
“Sure.” Olivia sighed.
“Anything?” Robby started pushing in on her stomach.
“Pressure, but not really. Like I know you're touching me, but I don’t actually feel it.” Olivia said.
“Okay. That’s good.” Robby nodded. “Let’s get started.”
“Wait!” Olivia cried out.
“Honey, the sooner we get started the better.” Jack said.
“What if I feel it?” Tears slid down Olivia’s temples.
“You’re going to feel some pressure. You won’t feel cutting or pain. I swear. If at any point you start to get uncomfortable, we stop and we up your medications.” Robby told her.
“Okay. Okay, go ahead.” Olive squeezed her eyes shut.
“Scalpel.” Robby demanded. Donnie passed him the instrument.
Robby sliced into Olivia’s abdomen. Everyone held their breath, waiting for a reaction. They were met with blood seeping through the incision, but nothing from Olivia.
“First cut is done, Liv.” Dr. Santos told her.
“You did it?” Olivia gasped.
“Yep. Told you, you wouldn’t feel it.” Robby smiled through his mask.
The procedure would normally take less than thirty minutes. The procedure is usually done by highly trained surgeons who could do an appendectomy with their eyes closed and with better equipment. It wasn’t going poorly. Santos and Robby were doing a good enough job that they wouldn’t be embarrassed if Garcia saw it. But it was taking a while.
“Sponge, get that bleeder.” Robby instructed.
“Got it.” Santos mumbled as she worked.
“How you doing Olivia?” Perlah peered over the partition.
“Um…I just really want this over.” Her voice shook.
“Soon, sweetheart.” She nodded.
“You’re doing really good, Livvy.” Jack told her.
“I-I don’t feel good.” Olivia’s eyes were wide, her breath quickening.
“What’s wrong?” Jack looked her over, eyes flicking up to meet Robby’s.
“I-it’s too much! I can’t….I want it to stop! I can’t do this anymore!” She cried.
“Jack-”
“I got her!” Jack barked at Robby.
“Pick up the pace, Dr. Santos.” Robby grunted.
“Yep!” Santos put her head down and went to work.
“Dad, please! I can’t do this!” Olivia sobbed.
“Hey, look at me.” Jack tilted her head so she was looking up at him. “You’re braver than you know. You’ve already been doing this. Remember what mom used to say? You can handle anything for five minutes. Take it five minutes at a time.” Jack stroked her hair.
“I miss mom.” Olivia’s lip quivered as she tried to control her breathing.
“I know. Me too.” Jack sighed.
“My chest hurts.” Olivia whined.
“You’re panicking. Let’s take a few breaths, Okay. In and out.” Jack instructed. Olivia followed his breathing.
“I think we might be beyond deep breaths.” She hissed. Jack could see the purple tinge to her lips and felt his knees shake.
“Remember the song we used to sing when you were little?” Jack asked.
“What?”
“You remember it. I’ve just seen a face, I can’t forget the time or place. You know it.” Jack hummed.
“I guess.”
“Sing it.” Jack smiled.
“She’s just the girl for me and I want all the world to see we’ve met.” They sang together.
“Almost done, Olivia.” Robby said.
“Fallin’, yes, I am fallin’ and she keeps callin’ be back again.” They hummed along together. Olivia’s breathing evening out.
“One more suture, there, yep.” Robby instructed Santos.
“You did it, Olivia. All done.” Santos said as she snipped the suture thread.
“It’s over?” Olivia gasped.
“Yep. You are all done. We’re going to stop the numbing medicine now. You’ll still feel numb for a bit, but you’ll be able to move around shortly.” Robby said.
“I told you, you’re braver than you know.” Jack kissed her forehead.
“I would have freaked without you.” Olivia said.
“Naw. You’d be okay. You’re your mother’s daughter.” Jack smiled.
“She was brave.” Olivia nodded.
“That she was.” Jack hummed.
“Donnie, go let Dana know she can come in and fuss now.” Robby said.
“Got it.” Donnie laughed as he ran out of the room.
“You did great, kid.” Robby smiled as he snapped off his mask.
“Thanks for not fucking it up.” Olivia smirked.
“You maybe your mother’s daughter, still got your father’s mouth.” Robby shook his head.
“She had to get something from me.” Jack shrugged.
“The ginger curls weren’t enough?” Perlah scoffed.
“Yeah, yeah.” Jack waved her off.
Dana came bursting into the room. She rushed over to see Olivia.
“How ya doin’ honey?” Dana asked.
“I’m okay. Feel weird.” Olivia shrugged.
“Good. What a trooper. I’m getting you a warm blanket, you must be freezing in here.” Dana rushed over to the warmer and pulled out a blanket, tucking it around Olivia once Perlah finished dressing the incision.
“Hell of a story for the kids at school.” Santos chuckled. “Any boy that thinks their tougher than you can kick rocks. You stayed awake during surgery. They could never.”
Reading about Victorian-era amputations and saw this quote from Scottish chemist George Wilson describing getting his foot amputated:
"Of the agony it occasioned I will say nothing. Suffering so great as I underwent cannot be expressed in words, and fortunately cannot be recalled. The particular pangs are now forgotten, but the blank whirlwind of emotion, the horror of great darkness, and the sense of desertion by God and man, bordering close upon despair, which swept through my mind and overwhelms my heart, I can never forget, however gladly I would do so."
Anyway so completely unrelated but Thomas Blanky from The Terror.
I am making this post on behalf of my friend, @hashembadr. Hashem is #102 on @gazavetters’ spreadsheet.
Hashem is currently raising money for his family in Gaza. There are 26 people in his group, including himself. 13 of them are children between the ages of 3 to 16. Among these children is Hashem’s neice, Suhaam, who is 9 years old.
(The above redraw of Suhaam was drawn by astraios-art to avoid triggering tumblr’s mature content filters with blood.)
Suhaam was injured on October 22, 2023 and had to have surgery on her left arm. Due to the war and repeated displacement, she was not able to receive follow up treatment or rest as needed. Now, her arm has healed badly and she needs a revision surgery. She experiences pain and has trouble moving it. She has trouble holding toys. It is possible she may lose the arm if she does not get this surgery soon.
GoFundMe takes a 2% commission from donations, and the transfer fees to Gaza take another 30% off of that reduced number. In order to pay for his neice’s surgery, Hashem will need to raise $5,920. ($4,700 for the operation and treatment, plus $111 for the GFM commission fee, plus another $1,110 is the price of transferring the amount to Gaza 30% for the transfer fee.)
A large portion of the current GFM funds (about £6,000, give or take) were used to pay for two replacement tents after the three they were living in were destroyed by shrapnel in an attack, a bed and mattress for Suhaam, and daily living expenses. I have tracked those expenses here, but the links are broken because tumblr terminated Hashem’s old blog. As such, the GFM must reach at least £11,000 for Suhaam to get her surgery, though Hashem may be forced to use some of the current funds to purchase food for the rest of the family.
Hashem is a good friend and we have been chatting almost daily (when he has internet) for months now. There isn’t much I can do for him except to make his voice louder. Please share this post and donate if you are able!
Update: Hashem is also now without a phone. It was damaged on June 8th, 2025, when he was attacked after leaving the aid station.
Update: Hashem and his family lost everything when they were displaced again on July 21st, 2025.
I would like to share the story of my friend Smahan. Today Sma… Hana ne Fazazi needs your support for Reunite a Family Torn Apart: A Daughte
I’ve also included some examples of art from artists who are offering commissions in exchange for donations to Hashem below if you need further incentive to give.
If you donate any amount of money, you can get a cute lil dragon doodle from @shadowfoxsilver! Here's a cutie she drew for me! They also offer additional tiers for more complex drawings.
For at least $3, you can get a doodle from @artobotsrollout! Here's is a $10 sketch I got from her. The sketch tier includes progress shots, line art, and a full color piece.
If you donate at least $5, you can get a sketch from @astraios-art! Here's one he did for me of Tenzou helping Sakura chase Kakashi down for a check up! He also drew me this picture of Johnny and Roy from E!, this picture of Slim and Jess from L*aramie, and this picture of Kid and Heyes from A*lias Smith and Jones!
@orilifiel is also offering $5 donation sketches! Here is one he drew for me of my favorite R*esident Evil Head canon where Leon finds a cake from the welcome party mid game and eats it with a blank stare.
@derelictheretic is also offering $5 sketches on this post! They also offer additional tiers for more complex drawings.
For at least $7, you can get a sketch from @optimistic-autistic! Here's one he did for me of one of my favorite pokemon, c*hikorita! He also offers additional tiers for more complex drawings.
If you donate at least $15, you can get a character design from @crungulus. $25 will get you a portrait, and $30 will get you even more, like this commission they did for me of my late cat, Callie.
Reasons why we need more Transgender and queer awareness in medical fields/medical training:
My physician told me i have benign tumors in my internal sex organs, she said it has to be surgically removed but that it may result in part of my organs being removed also, leading to me being infertile.
She, however, went on to say that because i was transgender it wouldn't be a big deal if i were to lose those organs.
Losing those sex organs is a RISK of surgery. Any risk, regardless of how I identify or of i was going to remove those organs anyways, should be treated as a REAL RISK.
I hope to god my surgeon won't also think like this, because I think any part of my body, even parts of my body i may or may not remove in the future, are worth saving. If my specialists arent going to put in the effort to save them just because of their assumptions of me, based on the fact that im trans, then they should not be practicing medicine on me or anyone else.
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