Save Racktober - Fundraiser for Michele Madden
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Boobs. They’re excellent pillows, grabbable, look hot in a good bikini and lesbians everywhere rate them an 11 out of ten. Mine grace your feeds every Racktober, and we thank our lord and saviour Elvis for the bounty they bring to your screens.
Beloved angels, divine dirtbags. This year’s Racktober is going to be a little different. I’m afraid to report that for once there’s such a thing as too much bounty. Mine are out to kill me.
My rack has revolted, gone rogue and is out for some Beatrix Kiddo style vengeance for all the times I strapped them down on tour beneath three sports bras and a handful of shirts so I could get on stage and do what I did. But now, in their roaring path of revenge, they’ve developed a cluster of cysts that currently reside inside them that are growing, multiplying, and wreaking havoc.
Living in my convent in the middle of “**** you that’s where” has its highlights, when I have a beach, peace and quiet and socialised medicine. But that socialised medicine only gets you so far if you’re bleeding out on the floor or having a heart attack. For everything that’s not critical? You gotta wait. And being in the middle of “**** you that’s where”, means it’s even harder to catch a break, especially with 2020 being the pit of madness that it has been.
The official terminology- “aggressive complex cystic masses”. While on the waiting list, I’ve gone up at least four cup sizes, and not in the fun way. I’ve now got the equivalent of two marble and gravel-filled holiday turkeys strapped to my chest. My spine is deteriorating as a result of the rapidly growing weight on my chest, with a growing list of complications that include compressed discs, thoracic strain that’s led to tendon tears, osteoarthritis in the vertebrae, and more. Between the debilitating pain on all fronts, as a result it’s meant I’ve been more bedbound than upright in the last year.
I can’t wait anymore, my treasured angels and divine dirtbags. I’ve been waiting a year. I’ve exhausted all my options and I’m tired of putting my life on hold. My only path forward now is to source a surgery privately, and of course, it’s not cheap.
I will be out of pocket around thirty thousand after the private surgery costs, hospital stay, theatre fees, rehabilitation post-surgery and the follow-ups.
Beloved dirtbags, I’ve gotta cast the net far and wide to make this a reality and get my life back. My tech wizard set up a go fund me to raise the funds I need and every dollar counts, no matter how small. If you can’t give, share far and wide- that helps just as much too. You’ll have this beaten but not broken Amazon’s gratitude, praise and love, and be a part of literally saving my life.
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This Go Fund Me campaign has been organised by the eternal Tech Wizard, who is based in Brisbane. Please refer to Michele on her instagram.
Beloved angels, divine dirtbags. This year’s Racktober is going to be a little different. I’m afraid to report that for once there’s such a thing as too much bounty. Mine are out to kill me.
My rack has revolted, gone rogue and is out for some Beatrix Kiddo style vengeance for all the times I strapped them down on tour beneath three sports bras and a handful of shirts so I could get on stage and do what I did. But now, in their roaring path of revenge, they’ve developed a cluster of cysts that currently reside inside them that are growing, multiplying, and wreaking havoc.
Living in my convent in the middle of “**** you that’s where” has its highlights, when I have a beach, peace and quiet and socialised medicine. But that socialised medicine only gets you so far if you’re bleeding out on the floor or having a heart attack. For everything that’s not critical? You gotta wait. And being in the middle of “**** you that’s where”, means it’s even harder to catch a break, especially with 2020 being the pit of madness that it has been.
The official terminology- “aggressive complex cystic masses”. While on the waiting list, I’ve gone up at least four cup sizes, and not in the fun way. I’ve now got the equivalent of two marble and gravel-filled holiday turkeys strapped to my chest. My spine is deteriorating as a result of the rapidly growing weight on my chest, with a growing list of complications that include compressed discs, thoracic strain that’s led to tendon tears, osteoarthritis in the vertebrae, and more. Between the debilitating pain on all fronts, as a result it’s meant I’ve been more bedbound than upright in the last year.
I can’t wait anymore, my treasured angels and divine dirtbags. I’ve been waiting a year. I’ve exhausted all my options and I’m tired of putting my life on hold. My only path forward now is to source a surgery privately, and of course, it’s not cheap.
I will be out of pocket around thirty thousand after the private surgery costs, hospital stay, theatre fees, rehabilitation post-surgery and the follow-ups.
Beloved dirtbags, I’ve gotta cast the net far and wide to make this a reality and get my life back. My tech wizard set up a go fund me to raise the funds I need and every dollar counts, no matter how small. If you can’t give, share far and wide- that helps just as much too. You’ll have this beaten but not broken Amazon’s gratitude, praise and love, and be a part of literally saving my life.
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This Go Fund Me campaign has been organised by the eternal Tech Wizard, who is based in Brisbane. Please refer to Michele on her instagram.
Organizer and beneficiary
Michele Madden
Organizer
Petrie Terrace, QLD
Christine Madden
Beneficiary