OMG YOUR OK THANK GOD
(I would give you a gift or something but I only like barely know you I could like trade you a shiny iron jugulis or something Ig) I hope you keep getting better
But if god wants you alive then maybe he’s going to send you to the past to catch 342 Pokémon and then talk to him again
Idk if god is gonna send me any shinies. I’m pretty sure I have expelled the luck of all my future descendants when I found a shiny fletchling 30 minutes into Pokémon Y
Thank God you're alright-- I hope you get better! Things like that are really hard to ignore. Must've been a real pain for you.. I was getting kinda nervous about you, I'm glad to hear you're alright
I'm glad you made it through, the-PKMN! I don't know if I've ever met you irl, probably not, but if I ever did, I'm sure you're a good person, and I hope you're in good health for a long time.
A lot of yall are probably wondering, “what the hell happened?” Its a valid question that I will try to answer. I was diagnosed with breast cancer which, yes, can happen to guys. Its a lot rarer with males than females but it does happen. I had to look it up when the doc told me because i was skeptical myself. I didn’t think much of it when i first got the diagnosis. At the time i had a good survival chance and wasnt in much pain. I LIVED MY LIFE LIKE NORMAL FOR ABOUT A MONTH. THEN IT STARTED TO HURT A LITTLE. THEN A LOT. I WAS PUT ON KIMMO THERAPY, WHICH IF YOU DONT KNOW IS WHERE THEY EXPOSE RADIATION TO YOU TO KILL THE CANCER AND IS HOW CANCER PATIENTS LOSE THEIR HAIR. YES, I DID LOSE MY HAIR. IT’S BACK NOW BUT ONLY BECAUSE I GROW HAIR LIKE HARRY POTTER. THE WHOLE KIMMO PROCESS WAS WORSE THAN EXPECTED. I WAS THROWING UP ALL THE TIME. IT SUCKED. I STILL TRIED TO POST ON IMGFLIP DECENTLY OFTEN. WHEN I LEARNED I WASNT LIKELY TO MAKE IT, I STARTED WORKING ON A POSTER FOR THE STREAM TO SAY GOODBYE, BUT I COULDN’T FINISH IT. I WAS DEVISTATED. I ASKED MY BROTHER TO USE MY PHONE TO SAY GOODBYE TO ALL OF YOU. I GAVE UP. BUT SOMEHOW, THE UNIVERSE DIDN’T. I WAITED TO DIE, BUT JUST DIDN’T. AND WITHIN A WEEK, THE DOC CAME IN AND SAID I WAS RECOVERING. I COULDN’T LEAVE THE DOCS OFFICE FOR A WHILE, BUT ONCE I COULD, I GOT ON MY COMPUTER AND HAD TO TALK TO YALL. AND HERE WE ARE. HERE’S THE UNFINISHED POSTER. MAYBE ONE DAY ILL FINISH IT.