- Joined
- Sep 28, 2019
See this is the thing, Amber lies so goddamn much that someone posts a fat person on a surgical table and we almost believe it. That couldn't have been her A) because she is too shy and dainty to post nudes and B) she ain't that thin! She probably oozed off that table. (Do they have bariatric surgery tables? They must. Medsperges can you inform me?)
Not in medical myself, but have shepherded people of all sorts through a lot of things - including cancer - and trust me when I say that 99% of everything has a bariatric version.
Also, I can't believe it's been a year and a half since her cancer, but damn. I guess there's a lot of new ppl here (Granted, my join date looks like I'm new, I've watched Ambuuurr for a few years) but she couldn't have the usual "pull the uterus out from the vag" surgery because that requires them to recline you so your pelvis is higher than your head. They decided they couldn't do that because her fat on her chest would literally suffocate her. I remember hearing it and thinking, fuck, if CANCER isn't a wakeup call THIS IS. But no, she continues on eating and giving no fucks (unless you doubt her cancer omg u guise bwaaaah)
A couple more things that bother me about the cancer arc being wrapped up so quickly, with virtually nothing about it ever said except Hamber's attempt to generate sympathy by mentioning that "if you're new here, I had endometrial cancer and I cannot have kids" shit, as if she were ever going to have any: one, the timing of her bullshit was a time when Becky's mother was "actively" as Big ham would put it, dying, and therefore unjustly (as I'm sure she saw it) pulling the Beckster away from her and in general being a massive inconvenience when PigFace decided she just had to go to TCF or Wommart. After bleeding all over ever damn thing in the fag house for a couple of years, she decides that NOW is the magical time to get that looked at, and it can't be at a GYN's office, nope. Gotta be at her provider of choice, the ER. And then, post-dx of one of the slowest cancers, she has to get things done at a pace that for her is like the Flash running around the world a few times.
Two: If you're worried about people asking you pesky questions about the dx and procedure, or pester you about details or aftercare or followups, the last thing you want to do is drag it out. Or mention it at all except as an offhand remark to try to capture some of that mommy sympathy ("Poor, poor dear, she can never have children. No, Wilfred, you erase that question about how she's changing her diet to reduce further risk right this second! Tsk. Poor, poor dear.") Because if you drag it out to monetize your health- as you historically have done - things are going to get bad for you, very quickly.