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davidgrahamx · 3 months

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How to Get a Free Breast Pump Through Insurance

Breastfeeding is essential to provide your baby with complete nourishment and nutritious food for healthy, lifelong growth. You cannot afford to malnourish your baby when its lifelong physical development depends on proper breastfeeding. But house chores, office duties, traveling, and other pressing matters leave no time for you to breastfeed your baby on time. Women living in metropolitan cities suffer from this problem at most. In this situation, breast pumps are the most handy solution that these women can think of to provide for their babies when they are busy. These are becoming popular with women who are not able to take time and feed their babies on time.

A breast pump is a mechanical device that is designed to extract milk from a lactating woman's breasts. It allows the collection and storage of breast milk for times when a woman cannot directly breastfeed their children, especially when they are at work, traveling, or busy doing their daily chores. It is an expensive technology that most working women find difficult to afford.

However, you can get a free breast pump if you have an affordable care insurance plan at your back. Affordable care insurance plans cover the complete cost of breastfeeding equipment and breast pumps. In this article, we will explain how you can get a free breast pump using an affordable care financial support plan. Here are the steps that you have to follow:

Contact Your Insurance Company

Insurance companies offer personalized care plans at affordable premiums to cover your expenses for breastfeeding equipment. So contact your agents and understand your coverage for breast pumps. They will provide you with all the information you will need to manage your medical care expenses and understand whether it covers manual or electric pumps, rental options, etc.

Get a Prescription

When you are consulting your doctor, midwife, or healthcare provider, ask them to offer you with a written prescription for using electronic pumps for collecting milk and feeding your baby. You can show this document to the insurance company and ask them to cover the equipment in the total cost of treatment. They will assess your need through the medical document, and you can get the equipment free of cost.

Choose a Supplier

Once your purchase costs are approved by the insurer, you can choose a good brand for your milk-collecting equipment. You can mention the supplier name to your insurance agent, or they will supply you with a list of companies from which you can pick a good one for you. The listed brands are familiar with the financial process and can help you get the pump covered along with your other medical charges.

Order the Pump

After the successful delivery of your baby, you can contact the supplier and provide them with the prescription and any necessary insurance information to obtain the product. You can choose an appropriate size and model that fits your breastfeeding needs. Before finalizing your order, make sure to confirm with the supplier that the breast pump model you're interested in is covered under your financial plan.

Receive Your Pump

After that, the supplier will work with your insurance company to get the pump approved. This process can take a few days to a couple of weeks, so be patient. Once your approval is obtained, the supplier will deliver the breast pump to your preferred address. They will also give you all the necessary accessories and instructions to use it properly.

Do All Healthcare Plans Include Free Breast Pumps?

Yes, almost all healthcare plans include breast pumps at the time of delivering a child. You have the legal approval for getting free breastfeeding pumps that are covered in your insurance coverage. All you need to do is to understand the whole process and apply it to your healthcare plan.

How Many Types Are Covered In The Plan?

It depends on the insurance company. Some of them offer you as many as ten choices that include single-electric, double-electric, manual model, and battery-operated. You can pick anyone suitable for your needs that is falling short of your financial backup.

How to upgrade your breast pump?

You can upgrade your breastfeeding equipment after making your first purchase. For that, you can contact your indemnity agent and ask for an upgrade. It may require some extra charges, and the rest of the cost will be covered by the provider. For more information, you can contact the equipment supplier to get expert suggestions.

How long are you going to need it?

How long you are going to need it totally depends from person to person. The idea is to empty the breast and take out all the milk inside it. It can be different for every woman. It takes roughly ten to fifteen minutes in the whole process. You can repeat this process as per your daily activities. It will supply enough milk for your baby to have its fill.

Conclusion

It's important to note that while many insurance plans cover breast pumps, the specifics can vary depending on your plan and location. Some plans might offer a selection of pumps to choose from, while others might provide reimbursement for a pump you've purchased. Always verify the details with your financier provider and the chosen supplier to ensure a smooth process.

#breast pump #breast pump insurance #breast pumping

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wellhealthhub · 8 months

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starofbaby · 1 year

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Easy way to get a free breast pump through insurance | By Star of Baby

Can you get breast pumps through insurance? The answer is yes!! At some point in motherhood, many of you must have thought about opting for a breast pump. But after knowing about the price, you must have canceled the plan. But why are you worrying ladies? When you can get them free of cost. Thanks to The Affordable Care Act in which breast pumps are covered under health insurance policies for free. If you want to know the trick and easy ways to get a free breast pump through insurance, read this blog from Star of Baby. They have mentioned some easy ways by which you can have your breast pump without investing from your pocket. Not only this, they have marked some important points that would help you get your breast pump for free through insurance.

#free breast pump through insurance #free breast pump #breastfeeding pump #electric breast pumps work better than manual #Star of baby

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beatrixstonehill2 · 5 months

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Stephanie walked through the store, her belly pushing outward, only five months with sextuplets, her fly wide open to accommodate its growth. She was struggling her hardest just to shop, to do any normal task. Her doctor just had to put her on these new fertility drugs. She was a college professor, teaching history. She could barely focus on her job, so many handsome studs and gorgeous girls in her classes. The males were all muscular, horny as hell, the girls rolled their eyes at the constant advances and lewd remarks, their fingers drumming on their own pregnant bellies as they tried to listen. Every guy had a big erection fighting to escape their jeans or shorts. Every girl's breasts were bloated and growing, staining their tops with milk. There were even as few trans girls in her classes, beautiful and fattening, shifting in place constantly, fighting their own erections, their fat bellies bulging out, their own breasts swollen and leaking milk, dealing with both problems. Distracted as can be.

Stephanie was never so obscene or horny, but the insurance company the university gave the students always pumped them full of hormones. Dick growth pills. Fertility drugs. Steroids. Breast growth pills. All of her students were hyper sexualized. She was grateful she escaped this new trend of prescriptions.... Until it finally happened to her. She wanted to throw out her script and be her normal self, but gave into temptation. Only five months in and she was hardly functional anymore, in the grocery store, sweating through her clothes. She fucked four different guys on the way up. They were so handsome, in her defense. Two were shirtless joggers, another was a well-dressed business man, the other was a married guy out with his nineteen-year-old pregnant daughter, who was wearing a frilly sundress. ..... Stephanie ate the girl out as the dad fucked her. Then the daughter ate her out as the girl's father fucked his own pregnant daughter, quite harshly in the ass.

Stephanie was delirious from the constant sex and masturbation. Everyone was staring. But she had to have enough willpower just to get her shopping done! It was so simple.... her brain wasn't this broken, was it? She started picking out produce, when she spotted a tall, handsome Latino guy with his buddies, all wearing basketball shorts and tank tops. Her heart raced. She looked them up and down. They looked at her. Fifteen minutes later she sighed, picking up her clothes off the men's room floor in the supermarket. The men pissed on her clothes before leaving her, naked, even sweatier, covered in cum, and a bit bruised up. She bit her lip, sniffing her clothes. She loved the odor...... She put her filthy clothes back on, swearing this time she'd grab her groceries and get out. Heading to the restroom exit, a man entered. He was barrel-chested, muscular, covered in tattoos. The man took one look at her big sweaty belly. She felt weak in the knees.

"Oh fuck," she whispered, knowing exactly what would happen next.

#breeding k1nk #free use kink #pregnant kink #preggo kink #brainwashing kink #pregnant

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octuscle · 7 months

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Hey, bro. Can you grow me into a BIG football playing bully? Like, I want the ground to shake when I walk. Big dumb bully jock.

Bruh, you are 42 years old and work as a department manager for a legal protection insurance company. Don't you think this request comes a little too late? But okay, anything you want. Is it okay if I start the transformation right away? I mean, there could be some unpleasant developments. Is this an important meeting you're sitting in right now?

It starts with you calling your boss "bruh" all the time. And that you're watching football games on YouTube on your phone while your colleagues are giving their presentations. When the meeting is over, your colleagues look at you reproachfully and leave the meeting room shaking their heads. Your boss just barks a "2:00 in my office" as you pass by.

Now it's 11:00. You scratch your sack and decide that it's not worth sitting down at your computer before the lunch break. So you head off to the gym. A little pumping and then a few chicken breasts for lunch. No one notices whether you're working or not anyway.

It's 2:30 p.m. when you show up at your boss's office all sweaty. You're still wearing your gym clothes. You met some of your old pals at the gym and forgot about the time. Fuck, your boss shoots the door down. He tells you that you are taking a lot of liberties for a young professional. But he would have been young once, too. And asks if he can give you a blowjob. Hehehe, what worked at university with the professors obviously still works on the job.

After work, you meet up with your pals from the gym at the sports bar. Watch football, eat a steak, drink beer. And maybe a little fuck in the bathroom. You're pretty drunk when you stumble out onto the street. On the way home you pass your old school. A place of great triumph. And a place of great defeats. If you think about it, of more defeats than triumphs. Fuck, it feels so good to empty your bladder filled to bursting at the teacher's entrance.

Fuck, how did you get into your bed. And why did you sleep in your gear? And why is your roommate in your bed. In his lacrosse gear. Anyway. Practice starts in an hour. And if you're late, you'll have to blow Coach again. So you better hurry up!

Your pic found @testoster0ne

#male tf #reality change #muscle tf #male transformation #muscle transformation #jock tf #football jock

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olderthannetfic · 2 months

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About the cost of child birth that was talked about here recently; I've got a story to tell because you can't write Germany without bureaucracy. (By someone who isn't an ethnic German and just has to shake her head at this like everyone else)

Every year my husband's health insurance wants us to fill out a form about our family status as in are we still as many people as last year. It's complete bullshit but Germany. That year, we were several months late to do it and then a new baby was born anyway.

A month or two after the birth, I got a letter from the hospital. In it was the bill for my stay and delivery. The only reason why I got that bill was because of the form that our insurance hadn't processed at that point so for the hospital it looked like I wasn't insured. (Why the insurance threw me out at all, I have no idea).

The issue was resolved the minute I showed the bill to a clerk from my insurance. I literally just said "I got this in the mail" and she immediately answered with "that shouldn't have happened" then she looked at my info on her computer and said that everything is already cleared up.

Anyway, I got to keep the bill so now I can tell all of you what an uninsured stay for a birth at a hospital in Germany looks like.

I was at the hospital for 6 nights; 2 pre-birth for inducing labour, 1 emergency cesarean, 4 post-birth, I had midwives look after me, I used a breast pump, one specialist visited me to help with breastfeeding, and the first doctor's appointment for the baby also happened there. I had three meals every day.

Total cost: 5,400€

Costs I paid out of pocket: parking but not really

The cesarean was the biggest chunk of the costs with 3,700€ but my baby urinated on the main surgeon so that's fair. The next biggest cost were my nights I stayed there with a total of 1,400€.

Everything else was either some one or double digit additional charges for things like "quality of control" and other stuff I can't be bothered to translate with 11 separate "items" on this list.

- Paper Plate and Green Puss Boob Explosion Anon

Ah to have a real medical system...

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rafedaddy01 · 9 months

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A/n: my man’s is so hot 🥵 ^

I was too lazy to edit this so just ignore any mistakes you see, thanks luv 🌹

You lay spread out on the bed, Rafes body hovering over yours as his lips attached to yours and brought you into a kiss which quickly turned into a sloppy make out sesh.

“Don’t be shy for the camera babe, let’s show them what they want to see” Rafe said as he pushed your legs further with his knee. Comments came flooding in about how hot you looked under him, some people saying that they can’t wait to see him destroy you. Your stomached filled with butterflies as you lay and watched him undress and he was back ontop of you, pulling the straps of the black lingerie bra he bought you for this special night.

He kissed your collarbone and sucked on your neck, you turned your face towards the came and let soft moans escape as one of his hands kneaded your breast, tugging at your nipple. You groaned as his kissed traveled down to your chest.

“Let’s have some real fun, huh?” He said getting off you and reaching for a piece of rope he had layed out, next to some toys he was planning on torturing you with tonight.

He returned and bondaged your hands together, pulling on the knot to insure you couldn’t wiggle free. “Now.. let’s give the people what they want to see.”

You were a whining mess as he pulled your panties off and slid a finger between your wet folds. “What do you guys think I should do to my little porn star first?” He asked cocking his head at the camera.

Ding after ding, some saying to duck your brains out and some saying to torment you with the vibrators. Your eyes widened and your body filled with excitement from the thoughts of what he’d do to you. “Rafe.. please just do something” you whines as you squirmed in your arousal.

“Shh baby, daddy’ll take care of you” he said brushing some hair out of your face. He rubbed your clit and reached for a small device placing it against your bud and turning it on, your back arched immediately and he pushed it further into you. “Come on baby, let’s show them how you squirt for me” he increased the intensity and your vision went blurry as you felt like you were gonna blackout from pleasure.

Rafe brought you back to reality as he slapped your cheek, “eyes on me” he spoke darkly, his fingers entering you and fucking you as he held the vibrating device to you clit. Comments get coming in about how hot you looked and how wet you were. Your confidence and ego growing as you prepared for your orgasm. “Rafe m’gunna cum” you managed to get out.

“Cum baby, we’re just getting started”

With that you lifted your back off the bed and felt yourself drench the sheets below you as pings came in about how sexy that way, how they wanted to see more.

Rafe removed his fingers but kept the device pushed against your clit, the intensity of it spiraling you into a second orgasm immediately. “There you go baby, let yourself feel it” he said stroking your hair. “Such a good slut for us, right?” He asked the camera.

Your wrists burning against the restraint as you tried setting yourself free. “Uh uh, dumb slut. Your just gonna make yourself hurt.” He said pushing your wrists down and stroking his cock with his free hand before aligning it to your entrance. He thrusted in hard not letting you adjust. “Rafe! It’s so much, need a break” you cried out as he pumped his cock deeper in you.

“Your gonna take what daddy gives you” he groaned as your right walls sucked him in deeper. “Fuck” he grunted, balls slapping against your ass. Pornographic moans filling the room and he fucked into you at a relentless pace. His hand let go of your wrists and wrapped around your pretty throat, he squeezed but not hard enough to suffocate you. Just enough to have your eyes rolling in the back of your head as you were on the verge of your third orgasm.

“Not yet doll, don’t cum until I say so” he said slowing his pace and rolling his hips into your to hit your g-spot.

“What do you guys think? Does she deserve to cum?” He asked the camera.

Some people saying yes and others saying you haven’t been punished enough.

“I agree, I think she’s a little too impatient. Needs to learn how to ask for what she wants. Ain’t that right baby” he asked slamming deeper into you, you swear he was in your guts and he pushed on the bulge her was creating in your stomach. The feeling sending you into a spiral as you moaned and cursed louder with each thrust.

“Please daddy! I’ll be so good, so fucking good- just let me cum!” You moaned. “I’ll do anything, I need it. Please Rafe your making me feel so good please oh! Oh! Please let me cum” you whined as he grinned.

“Yeah? The slut wants to cum?” He teased as he pulled out and flipped you over. Pressing your head into the bed and pulling your hips up, you were sprawled out for him perfectly, your right count dripping with your juices. He came down and sucked on your folds, running his tongue inside you and exploring your walls.

“Fuck!” You groaned into the sheets, tearing streaming down your face as your mascara was smeared under them and your lips swollen and your mind hazy, desperately trying to hold yourself together.

“Go ahead baby, cum”

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pink-strawberry-kissess · 2 months

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thinking about aeon public s*x🫨🫨 they're in a parking lot maybe like in leon's apartment or something his motorbike is parked at the the very deep and dark corner where the cctvs can't see and ada's infront just gripping the handles tightly and leon's at the back just🎺🎺🎺 on her 🫨🫨🫨

HELPSFDJBS FKS (not proof read, i was horny)

leon's consciously alert of cameras. he tries to be aware of them whenever he's staying in any place for an extended period of time.

he's staying in an apartment for a few months, figured it would be a better cover than going to the same hotel for weeks on end and he hates having to go to randomized ones every few nights

the mission is slow, boring, and worst of all - not going anywhere

he's just waiting for some clue to be unveiled, or for him to be pulled out of it already. it's been weeks and at this point he's been following his daily routine of pretending that he's new to the area and has a new job there as well. each day he slips out of his apartment and heads to the parking garage to see his beauty

his new bike that is one of the few things that makes it so the stay has been less shitty

instant noodles and tv dinners aren't bad but at least there's a diner nearby

at some point he noticed the cameras in the parking garage and saw how a fair few of them weren't attached to anything - he was concerned about his bike getting stolen

so he purposely parked his bike near the cameras. at least this way he could get it back or get insurance or something on it if it's stolen

but when he reaches the spot, his face falls at the empty space where his bike used to be.

"you got to be kidding me."

he rushes over and sees how clean the spot is, there's not even any tire marks or anything. not even debris like they smashed it! a high pitched whistle catches his attention and his head whirls towards the noise and begins stalking into the corner of the parkade. he's not happy, he knows that's the corner with no camera.

but he sees his bike, he sighs a bit but then he sees her. she's leaning against it, her arms crossed against her chest and is just otherwise hidden in the dark.

"Ada? What are you doing here?"

"I thought you were looking bored. You wanna get the hell out of here?"

His brows twist, his lips pursed a bit. he does have the time, and he is bored as hell sdjbfskjf. aeon on motorcycle ride! they go ripping around on the highway and then maybe leon suggests the diner for dinner but ada's a little hungry for something else >:)

he gets the hint quickly and takes them back to the apartment. he's about to park in his usual spot but she tells him to go back to the corner - she doesn't wanna wait and there's no cameras there

it's HELLA RISKY. sure.. they could probably stop in time but one kiss leads to another and when ada edges down her (i'm putting her in leather pants lol) and exposes the dark colour of her panties, she just slides it aside and perches herself against his bike.

his belt is loud but he takes his jeans off just enough to give his cock a few pumps before pressing the head against her. he groans loudly, feeling how wet and hot she is and all she does is continue to stare at him with her head resting against her shoulder.

her ass in the air, one of her hands pulls at the zipper of her leather jacket and soon he can see the plump flesh of her breast pressed in the leather

"come on leonn, one of your 'neighbours' might see us"

he only rubs against her a few times, his cock throbbing in his hand before he slams into her. her fingers grip along his bike tightly, gaining purchase there as he gives her a few tentative thrusts before starting a fast pace. they both love the feeling, the stretch, how wet and hot it is, how rushed it is, how they just need to do it before they get caught.

one of his hands leaves her hip and slithers into her jacket so he can fondle at her breasts. she loves how rough he's getting, it's so rare for him to be like this, but it's getting her off faster. it doesn't take long, he keeps hitting that sweet spot and he can barely take it when he feels her CHAHHHHWWWW mm ing

he loses his stamina quickly, feeling her soak him and squeeze him he fills her up fast. his CAUHHHHH flooding her and spilling onto the floor underneath them.

sorry i was horny

bye

#ada wong #leon s kennedy #leon kennedy #aeon #leon x ada #ask heart #heart answers #leon kennedy x ada wong #anon #heart writes #aeon smut

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rottenpumpkin13 · 10 months

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Sorry it took me THIS long to send you an ask! 😊

In terms of Sephiroth and Genesis frequently attempting to kill each other, is Shinra properly insured? Are there special de-escalation tactics in play? How do we make sure headquarters doesn't blow up every other week? Something tells me they cause a LOT of property damage and I know someone super savvy like Lazard might want to plan ahead.

In the same vein I'm sorry it took me THIS long to answer it KJHGFDFGJKAGA

Is ShinRa insured? They're insured against general property damage, yes. The president and higher-ups are well aware that SOLDIERs are going to have slip-ups and pull some accidental destruction on their floor, namely in the training rooms and the like. They have over a dozen enhanced men on the same base, half of whom are likely teenage boys. Of course, they don't expect everything to be rainbows and roses all the time.

As for de-escalation tactics and contingency plans? Do you perhaps mean The List?

Sephiroth and Genesis are not allowed to, under any circumstances, play games together. E.g.: see: Games Sephiroth and Genesis are banned from playing.

2. NO INSECTS OR UNDESIRABLE CREATURES ALLOWED ON THE SOLDIER FLOOR. If Genesis gets wind of their presence, he becomes agitated and Sephiroth provokes him about it, prompting Genesis to try to kill him.

3. Sephiroth and Genesis are not allowed to use the training room without the supervision of a third party. As prosperous as ShinRa is, we can only afford so many repairs.

4. If you see Genesis walking around with any of the following objects: pacifier, baby bottle or a breast pump, you have expressed permission from Director Lazard to tackle him to the ground. Genesis is most likely on his way to pester Sephiroth about his lack of maternal figure.

5. Fire extinguishers are to be kept on every corner of the floor.

6. DO NOT PROVIDE COMMANDER RHAPSODOS WITH SHARP OFFICE SUPPLIES. We do not want a repeat of the scissors incident.

7. If you hear Sephiroth say, "Genesis, would you like my opinion?" you are required to intervene. Genesis does not want Sephiroth's opinion and it will result in the misuse of fire materia.

8. Commander Hewley gets paid addition pay, yes, not because of favoritism, but because he oftentimes is the one to reprimand Sephiroth and Genesis.

9. Parallelly, if you hear Commander Hewley scream, "THAT'S IT! I'VE HAD IT WITH YOU TWO!" call the Midgar PD. There is most likely a double murder attempt in operation.

#ffvii #ff7 #final fantasy 7 #ff7r #ffvii crisis core #genesis rhapsodos #sephiroth #angeal hewley #final fantasy #final fantasy vii #headcanons

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zombizombi · 1 month

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I learned that (in the USA) you can get a breast pump through insurance completely free -- or for much lower cost if you choose an upgrade -- which I had no idea about! I got a Spectra this way, I paid ~$20 for the one I specifically wanted. It came with 6 virtual breastfeeding, birth, and lactation classes that I can book at any time I choose and it came with 100 milk storage bags, too! I was glad I learned about this, so wanted to share.

#pregnancy #breastfeeding #breast pump #US healthcare

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wellhealthhub · 8 months

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truekayos · 7 months

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"i was a pharmacist technician for ten years therefore i know exactly what im talking about when it comes to pharmaceuticals" im sorry, how long do pharmacists go to school? what exactly is it that pharmacists have to do that differentiates their job from that of a technicians? because i'm pretty sure it's a LOT lol

While the work may have changed since I was a pharmacy technician, but when I was a pharmacy technician starting in 1998 I was responsible for entering prescriptions into the computer system, managing insurance issues, calling doctors to verify medications, strengths of said medications, and directions, counting and verifying the accuracy of my counts, preparing compounded medications that weren't available premanufactured, identifying interactions and flagging potentially harmful ones, maintaining records of the work I performed, and consulting patients on how to operate blood glucose monitors, breast pumps, and other medical devices. I was a nationally certified pharmacy technician, which required me to learn how to calculate concentrations of medications, the amount of specific medications to prepare compounded medications, and drip rates for IVs. The pharmacists I worked with verified my work and signed off on it to vouch for my accuracy and consulted patients about their medications.

I figure you intended this question to suggest that I am ignorant about pharmaceuticals to cast doubt upon my post about gender-affirming therapies.

The reason I answered this is to prove to those who view my blog that people like you will always impugn the knowledge people who have actually studied certain topics relating to transgender folks just so you can feel superior to others. I believe you'll find that no one cares what you think, especially when you make it apparent that you don't know what you're talking about.

I'll turn the question around on you and ask what your qualifications are. If you're not in the medical field with a direct relationship to the generation or filling of prescriptions, you can kindly choke on your words and learn some humility.

Eat my entire ass.

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savelonkar · 1 year

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CHERRIE NEVER HAD CANCER

Jesus said the truth will set you free. It’s time for me to speak my truth. I’m hoping one day it will set me free. All I want is peace in this life: peace of mind, peace in interactions, peace in relationships. Unfortunately, all my ex wants is war.

You see, we were together for 20 years. We built a life together and raised six kids. It was never easy. Did we struggle from time to time? Certainly, as would any couple. But in 2016, it all went downhill from there. That was the year she conjured up the fake cancer. Yup, you read that right.

CHERRIE NEVER HAD CANCER

Around the time Cherrie turned 35, I was already 41-ish, and had personally started going to the doctor to get the routine checkups you would as an aging individual. Cherrie had never really done the same, so I suggested she see the breast doctor since she was 35 and all. The first time she went for a check-up, or boob-smashing, she informed the breast doctor that her father had cancer years ago. The next appointment, I went along with Cherrie. At the time, I was working full-time, as I was always the sole provider, and I was teaching and working through my email during the appointment. After all, this was just a checkup, right? During the appointment, the doctor asked if anyone else in Cherrie’s family had gotten cancer as of late, and it just so happened that her aunt Carol, her mother’s sister, had breast cancer pretty recently. When the doctor heard that, she left the room for a few minutes, then came back. When she returned, she told Cherrie she would now need a double mastectomy. I admit I was half-listening when she said that. I was shocked, and like, “Can we get a second opinion?” The doctor explained that this was a preventative measure, based on an algorithm, and insurance companies started approving of this procedure, as it saves them money in the long run. Angelina Jolie was one that many will remember having done this same thing. When we went home, I started looking up other alternatives. I told Cherrie she should see another doctor, get another opinion, look at other options. Why did she have to do ANYTHING? There is NO CANCER. Plus, we were up to six kids at that time. Our littlest guy was just nine months old, and breastfeeding. Cherrie talked to family and friends, and then went full-tilt on doing the double mastectomy. She started a Facebook “tribe” to catalog her story, she started “Cherrie’s tribe” on Facebook, and started gathering followers, to follow her pseudo cancer story.

She died her hair purple, an FU to the pink that represents breast cancer. She got others to wear purple to support. A few weeks later, in February, she gathered myself and a few friends, and she was singing and dancing and rapping all the way to the operating room. She fist-pumped to the Australian Sia/David Guetta’s Titanium. I really did not have much time to process all of this. With everything that was happening, we also had six kids, ranging from less than a year, all the way to eight years of age. All I really understood was that Cherrie was steadfast through this whole thing.

Three or four hours into Cherrie’s double mastectomy, Dr. K, the breast surgeon, came out and found me. I was grading a bunch of classes to pass the time. “Good news!” “We did not find any cancer.” “I know,” I said to myself, relieved but then again, there was NEVER any signs of CANCER. Check this actual post from her good friend that was at the hospital at that time:

UPDATE: first portion of the surgery (the bi-lateral mastectomy) is complete and "went off without a hitch" and everything looked good. The breast surgeon is “fairly certain pathology on the breast tissue will come back benign". Since Cherrie had no active cancer and the suspicious lymph node appears to have been only an infection as it shrunk back to normal size (cancerous lymph nodes do not do that without help) there is a 1-3% chance of anything showing up. Pathology results will be back Monday. They did not do a node biopsy or sentinel node biopsy as the node is normal, it is just standard procedure to send the breast tissue to pathology. The plastic surgeon is doing her portion now (placing the expanders) and should be done in the next 2 hours.

Read that again. That was the truth.

Four hours later, Cherrie was boob-free. For the greater part of the next two years, as Cherrie lie there healing and posting about her story on the “tribe” page, the majority of the days and nights at home, I became the kids’ father and mother all wrapped up in one. Our littlest child was not even a year old when she had the big surgery, so he had to stop breastfeeding, and he could not even go onto his mommy’s lap (due to all the surgeries and incisions) for a couple of months. Every few months, her body would not react well to its healing, there’d be an infection, the list goes on, and she would have to go in for more surgeries (first to heal something that was not healing correctly, and eventually for reconstruction). When the same breast surgeon went in there at the end of April, they called it a bilateral necrosis and unilateral infection. Dead tissue was removed, and the infection was cleaned.

Fast forward to today, I combed through Cherrie’s Tribe page, because I really wasn’t sure where the fake cancer story started, when she went from saying there was no cancer, to saying she was a cancer survivor. But I can bet that Cherrie knew where this story was going even before she got to the hospital for that first surgery. It was primed and fluffed to be a well-scripted string of half-truths and lies.

You see, Cherrie has this weird thing. She takes bits and pieces of other peoples’ stories, or she crafts her own stories to garner attention or favor or money, and then she morphs them into what she says is her own story. You know that lady that made up crap about her daughter Gypsy Rose? Well, Cherrie makes up crap about her own conditions and diagnoses. I would not figure all of this out until after we had split, years later.

Let me give you an example. Over the years, Cherrie said she had 11 miscarriages. That’s right, she said she had 11 miscarriages with me. More often than not, I would get a call while at work, and she would tell me she “lost the baby.” I grieved hard every fricking time. There was only one time I remember going to the doctor, during one of our “pregnancies,” and then they told us that we no longer had a baby. There was one time, we had to do a D&C (Dilation and Curettage), and that really happened. But all the others, like the other 9? Who knows if they ever happened. You know, Cherrie was engaged to a guy that was already married, before I was in the picture, back in 2000-2001. He had an apartment with Cherrie, while his wife and their babies lived in a neighboring suburb. To throw the scent off, Cherrie’s then “fiancé” informed his actual wife that he just had a crashpad w/Cherrie, as they were flight attendants together. He also said that Cherrie contracted HIV at a very young age due to all the blood transfusions she had as a child. The actual wife grew suspicious, as her husband had many late night/early morning phone calls with Cherrie. There was one phone call she overheard, when her husband was speaking to Cherrie, he said, “Everything is gonna be alright, as long as I continue to get sympathy from my wife.” Back in 2001, Cherrie went with her mother and her “fiancé” and bought an engagement ring/wedding band set. The rings cost her mother $5500. The "fiance" that was already married, to his college sweetheart. His actual wife had a baby in 2000, they had another baby in 2002. Cherrie and her "fiancé" were together in 2001. Cherrie told me that she got pregnant with his baby, too, and then lost it. Who knows if that ever happened.

Back to the “cancer.”

Here’s the thing, she NEVER HAD CANCER. It was all a lie. She started fabricating the “cancer story” immediately after she came home from her double mastectomy. Like IMMEDIATELY, like the day or two after she was able to come home. March 1st, 2016, to be exact. She became my ghost writer, and put a bunch of loving husband posts and fictitious information about her surgery and her recovery. She did this for two entire years! When you look through the Cherrie’s Tribe page on Facebook, I’ll bet like 1-2% of the posts “by me” were actually written by me. In fact, when Cherrie was in the hospital (the first time, February 2016), she asked for my Facebook login and password. This was all a setup, one that helped her gain followers to follow her FAKE CANCER story. While she was healing, she was on lots of drugs, pain meds and such. She sat their like a vegetable many days, sat their in a very nice big electronic lounge chair that one of her friends purchased with their bingo or knitting club money. We had a Meal Train on and off for like two years, and since we did not have any relatives here in Arizona, sometimes relatives would come to visit. “What can I do to help?” they all asked me. I told them that I would take care of all the six kids, and their best efforts were to stay by Cherrie’s side, make sure she is taking her pain meds, and be there for her. By the time I would get to bed, I would be absolutely beat, from working all day, and running around like a chicken with my head cut off, trying to create some normalcy with the daily routine for our kids in an abnormal situation. Once Cherrie was “healed,” she started taking girlfriend trips immediately, to celebrate her “beating cancer.” It was all a lie, one that she used to broadcast a fake condition, and one that helped her grow socially to grandiose proportions. After all, who wouldn’t love a super mom with six kids that fought and beat cancer? Cherrie then told me that, given her “near death” experience, that she changed and I didn’t. When did I have time to “change?” She never had cancer, and I had to run my ass off and play along with her fakedom, taking care of six kids while working a full-time job, going to college, and teaching classes at the university.

Cherrie then used her newfound notoriety to start what is now her thriving business, that serves the special needs and foster/adopt population. The thing is, she NEVER HAD CANCER. Yet that one truth, or in her case, that one LIE, is what she built a million dollar business on.

Seriously, do you have any relatives that fake things like cancer? I have a cousin that once brought a baby that was not hers to a Christmas gathering, and I thought that was the lowest thing ever. But to fake CANCER? One more thing I have to say about that. In 2016, one of my closest colleagues Dave got diagnosed with cancer, and slowly deteriorated over the next two years till he died from his disease. When he was finished with chemo, as his body could not take anymore, he gave his bell that he got at his final chemo treatment to me, to give to Cherrie. He thought it might help her gather strength to beat it. I didn’t have the heart to tell him the truth, as my life was busy covering up this gargantuan lie. So, I brought it home and gave her this gift. Shortly after my dear friend Dave died, I asked Cherrie if I could give the bell back to Dave’s widow. Her response was, “Well, it WAS a GIFT to ME.” And she wasn’t having it. To this day, you will find Dave’s bell sitting like an unearned trophy in her bedroom, for all to see.

CHERRIE NEVER HAD CANCER.

The late Archbishop Desmond Tutu once said, “There is justice, and there is injustice. There is no in-between.” The last few years, I have experienced many injustices. I have cried more in the past two years than I ever have in my entire life. Life is not meant to be this hard. My life is supposed to be MY LIFE. It’s time to start shouting the truth from the rooftops. She’s the Facebook life. I’m the real life.

I’ve already lost almost two years here with my kids. Every time I think my life cannot get any worse, it does. When will this pain and heartache end? When will I be able to see my kids, back to the 50/50 it stated in our divorce decree from two years ago?

From September through December, Cherrie had other people in her life drop our kids off at the “transfer.” She “showed up” for the first time in 4 months to “transfer” our kids at the police station on Christmas Eve. She called the cops. They wished me a Merry Christmas, then asked her to leave. I took five of my kids to Phoenix to feed the homeless in their camps at 10th/12th and Roosevelt. Now, for my 48th birthday, I must go get fingerprinted, because she is saying I violated some order or process. We’ve been divorced for almost two years now. All I want is peace. All she wants is war. You would think after spending 20 years together, there would be some level of human decency. It’ll make a great book/documentary/movie, I guess. Merry Christmas and Happy Bday to me.

CHERRIE NEVER HAD CANCER.

If you'd like to find out more, keep an eye on this blog. I also have a GoFundMe. Do not feel obligated to fund me, but do feel obligated to support me, in mind and spirit, as I am in the fight for my life and for my rights as a father. I welcome your support.

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Idea~ plastic boobs so big they fill warehouses

The warehouse foreman was intractable. "We are NOT accepting this delivery! 20 tons of medical equipment??? Are you out of your mind? We're an auto parts warehouse! This is obviously some mistake!" But the delivery agent wouldn't budge. The address on the delivery contract was correct, so as far as he was concerned the moment those enormous containers were unloaded from his truck his contract was complete. In the end the warehouse foreman accepted the delivery, with the understanding that he could call the delivery company's customer service number and arrange for the enormous containers to be picked up the next day and actually returned to whoever they belonged to. But the phone number only connected to an automated system, and the foreman just couldn't navigate it. After a week he gave up, and the two enormous containers sat taking up most of the space in the main warehouse for almost a year before he decided that something HAD to be done! "How are we going to get rid of these things! They're costing us a fortune to store, and I don't even know what that are! 20 tons of cosmetic medical supplies? Hell, I'd give them away for free just to get rid of them!" "Umm... sir..." The foreman turned to see Jas, the mousey secretary that he had hired just a few weeks ago. She was cute in a nerdy way, with a mop of thick dark hair, big glasses hiding bigger eyes and wide hips and thick thighs that looked so good in the short tight skirts she chose for work. Too bad she was nearly flat chested. She was quiet and barely every spoke up, so the foreman was surprised to see her hesitantly raising her hand. "I-I could take them off your hands. I did some... some research... and these medical supplies are... are exactly what I need to solve a... a very personal medical condition that... that I've been suffering from since I was a teen." The girl was blushing as she stammered and stuttered through her proposal. If the company would let her take custody of the assets she'd have them removed immediately, at her own cost. She'd need a month of medical leave, but after that she'd be ready to come back to work. Although she said she'd need some accommodations for her new physical limitations. It all went over the foreman's head, but he agreed just the same. After all, Jas was cute and a hard worker, and if she wanted these useless medical supplies he was happy to get rid of them. Especially if it helped with whatever medical condition she was so shy about. Whatever accommodations she needed would be covered by insurance, he was sure. ---- Jas emptied her savings account to have the industrial sized expander implants and nearly two tons of medical grade filler removed from the warehouse and shipped to her surgeon. The surgery was simple, but the weeks of slow and steady filling was intense. Her new breasts ached as they grew larger and larger each day, filling with gallons and gallons of filler. By the end of teh first day there was no chance she'd every walk again. Her tits weighed twice as much as teh rest of her body combined! The next day her doctor increased the feed, and Jas moaned an shuddered as she grew even bigger. By the end of the month nearly 20 tons of filler had been pumped into her expanders! ----

The warehouse foreman rolled his eyes as the company accountant complained about expenses. "That secretary is costing us a fortune! She's taking up most of the main warehouse all by herself!" The foreman hadn't expected his young secretary to return from her month long medical leave on a flatbed truck. Or for her to request to move her workspace into the main warehouse. He also hadn't expected to have to climb a ladder up the side of her enormous breasts every time he needed to ask her about a shipping form or delivery window. But Jas was a hard worker, and her new mountainous breasts clearly made her happy. And the rest of the warehouse employees too. He'd had to hire a part time to clean up gooey messes in the bathroom, including a few of his own. It was hard working around a young woman with tits the size of a warehouse!

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