Hello all! All I have to say for now is that the megas must flow 
As always, we ask that in order to participate in the weekly megathread, one self-identifies as some form of disabled, which is broadly defined in the community sidebar:
“Disability” is an umbrella term which encompasses physical disabilities, emotional/psychiatric disabilities, neurodivergence, intellectual/developmental disabilities, sensory disabilities, invisible disabilities, and more. You do not have to have an official diagnosis to consider yourself disabled.
Mask up, love one another, and stay alive for one more week.
When I was diagnosed with thyroid cancer, it was actually a relief rather than devastation because I had known there was something seriously wrong with me for a long time but no-one had been taking me seriously. So I didn’t do the typical thing of breaking down crying. I felt no emotion at all other than relief that i finally knew what was wrong with me. And rage that i had been dismissed for so long. And because I had been ill for so long, I didn’t even care about living any more. So I wasn’t like the people you see on TV who get diagnosed with cancer and are so desperate to be saved they will try anything, accept any treatment. So I wonder if the doctor left out the side effects because he thought I might not accept any treatment and just accept death if I knew how bad the treatment would be? Still should have been my choice though.