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of the CyBrain was, of course, DuCorp. Brains had become a product to be bought, sold, and edited just like any other. “Righty then, let’s take a looksy,” the doctor said slowly, his tools making clinking noises in Gerald’s brain that resonated in his ears. When he heard the sound of moving flesh, he winced involuntarily. The masked doctor looked over to him. “You want me to mute your audio functions?” Gerald shook his head – as much as he could with tools digging into his brain. As unpleasant as

started to spin. When we got in the car we was at the hospital in a blink of an eye.When the doctor came in with the bad news my world stopped.He barked I needed surgery to have my tonsils out of I would die of heart failure soon. The day of surgery I was so terrified my heart was beating out of my chest,my stomach was is in a big while. I grew white when I heard the doctor open the door. I told my mom “I love you.”

Miami Heat's Chris Bosh basketball career is in limbo right now. After failing to pass his preseason physical, the doctors announced that Bosh is not cleared to play for the coming season. Although doctors never revealed Bosh health condition, it is obvious that the findings of blood clots in his legs were the reason. A blood clot was also found in his lungs in 2015 that prematurely ended Bosh career. But he came back for 2015-2016 NBA season and was able to play 53 games but again sidelined before

My story! While my story is nothing super exciting, it still plays a role on why I started FXB. Throughout high school I played volleyball, tennis, and danced, this kept me extremely active and fit. After high school (about 8 years ago) I feel off that fit train and became extremely overweight very quickly. I became lazy and I was just turning 21, therefore all I wanted to do was drink just about every night with my friends. I was struggling to change my ways until my senior year of college

And then she heard the voices again, louder than before. “Got get Doctor Brown, straight away!” A nurse yelled down the hallway. Sara jumped out of bed and ran towards the door. “Michael? Where’s Michael?” she shouted as a bunch of nurses ran past her. The nurses kept running, focused on something ahead. Four nurses were

Olivia ran through the long, endless white hallway with her heart racing and her mind in a frenzy. With each stride of her long flimsy legs, she inhaled the aroma of the toxic disinfectant as she stared blankly ahead in the narrowly spaced hallway. Her brunette hair tie up in a ponytail swung back and forth and smacked her face. She had a new patient in dire need of help, but all she heard was the footsteps of medics rushing in with a new patient. The wheels of the stretcher screeched against the

PET scan and a CT scan last Thursday. We thought we had to wait until Tuesday for the results but to our relief the doctor called Friday night to tell us the good news. The tumors had shrunk and Michelle is officially in remission. Well, I went crazy happy but Michelle wanted to wait until we saw the doctor on Tuesday, just to make sure what we heard was right. Well we went to the doctor yesterday and she confirmed that everything is good. The chemo worked and after nine months of craziness it was all

out I fractured my left and right L4 vertebras in my back. I grew up with back problems because I was born with a form of Spina Bifida and Tethered Cord Syndrome. I had back surgery when I was three years old, and I went to a neurologist yearly. The doctor cleared me and told my parents I could do anything I was capable of. My parents and I never thought I would experience anymore back problems until I fell playing basketball. Since I had to quit all sports, I decided to try and start modeling. The

I all started in fifth grade when I was hospitalized on to find out I have Sickle Cell Anemia. The worst part of it all was then the doctors prevented me from doing what I loved to do most, playing basketball. Being told that I wouldn’t be able to enjoy my favorite past time was like telling a fish not to swim. The season had just started but luckily for me my doctor decided to let me finish.

few and far apart. I had forgotten I am not invincible, and rather than blowing off the amount of pain I was in I should have done more about it. Throughout, the entire year- sophomore year- I had been in and out of the doctors office for stomach issues. Neither of my usual doctors could figure out what was wrong. Before I was admitted into the hospital on Sunday I was placed on heart burn medicine because that was the best guess for my symptoms. That Friday, my Mom made her special super spicy curry