Choices of The Heart

[melissa2915.livejournal.com]

Greetings...

None of you know me... Not that you should. I'm older... 56... married, mentally ill, disabled, and have been told that I only have about 8 years left to live, but that I might make 10, due to my bones aging at an advanced rate due to a massive surgery that I had in 1968. So, in one sense, I am nearing the end of my life, or perhapps, just passing through a door.

In any event, I have struggled with Transgenderism since I was 12 years old. I have lived as a transgendered female for several years 5 times in my life. I was born a bio-male, but have always felt that the feminine persona made more sense to me... Just that. It made more sense.

Now... As to how I got here... Well, the road has been long, boring and filled with MIS-Adventures. I shall put it behind a cut. I am only telling this story here, and not in my own journal, because I believe, in my heart, that as I approach the Master Dealer and have to deal for my own presence again, that it just makes sense to try and reach BACK to those who are left behind, and then to try and do some act of grandeur and kindness, strictly on the account that, in a world filled with war, I am my brother's keeper... and...

It makes sense...

( The Unsigned Letter )

I don't suppose most have read this whole thing... sorry for going on so long... I guess when you get a bit older that all you have left are your memories... Please excuse me for going on about mine...

May the light of all hope and goodness in life follow yours always...

and may the wind be always at your back...

M

I'M OUT!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

[perttu-kitty.livejournal.com]

I got another package in the mail (with a sports bra in it) and i told her it was for a friend who could have it mailed to their house and she basically said "We both know it's for you why don't you admit it i read the cover to the book in your room (True Selves)" so i just told and gave her all the information i had and she doesn't really accept it yep because she thinks i'm doing it to be different and she thinks the hormones are extremely dangerous and will cause me to get cancer or something and my dad doesn't really care just as long i make sure i'm doing what's right for myself =^_^=

So overall it when soooo much better than i thought and planned for. I was expecting yelling, shouting and maybe even some crying. But i got none of it, none at all. Granted i can tell my mom isn't really acseoting it, she thinks there are other ways i can "fix" my transsuallity through therapy and medication but she won't really admit it.

Now i can finally work on my voice and clear out all those god damn dress shirts and replace them with a nice andro waredrobe.

Love,
Lilly A. Noodle
=^_^=

Doctors

[atmafox.livejournal.com]

Xposted from MTF.

So, looks like its time that I enroll in my health plans, and they're all primary care physician based. My previous ones have all been "Go to whoever you want, in network". So. Now I've got to find a primary care physician. This rather sucks. Anyone know the names of any general practice or internal medicine doctors in the Richmond area -- I'd prefer them to be closeish seeing as I have to go them before I can go anywhere else -- that have a clue about MTF stuff?

Prescription plan info?

[jenaflynn.livejournal.com]

Hello. My company recently switched to BlueCross for our PPO, and our scripts plan was switched to Prime Therapeutics (aka MyRxHealth.com). Any complaints/gripes about either company? I'll be utilizing the benefits for (hopeful) discounts on Estradiol(Estrasorb)/Spiro/Avodart. I had Cigna previously, and they were great, never rejected anything, and the drug discounts were wonderful. (Spiro: 60x100mg for $10, Avodart 5mgx30 for $24, Month supply of Estrasorb for $33)

I'm in Massachusetts (Well, I will be in a few weeks) in case that has any bearing on anything.

HRT

[aubreycolors.livejournal.com]

Today I got my first injection!!!!!!
I'm officially on the road now :D

-------- From my journal...

Scene Location: Cedars-Sinai Hospital, Los Angeles, California.
Time: 10 AM, Today.

I was in there, listening to the doctor, and it just felt so right. Everything about everything that I am doing. Completely in order. Completely where it should be.

Imagine two scenarios.

1) You're hanging out in Southern California, and you decide all of a sudden that you want to go to Las Vegas. So you pack your overnight bag, jump in your car, and drive to Nevada. You've never been to Las Vegas before and now it's sunset and you're standing in front of Circus Circus completely overwhelmed with all the sights and sounds. "Oh my God" you exclaim to yourself as you look around. You don't even know what to do first. It's crazy excitement as at this time yesterday you had no idea that you would have been there.

2) You're born and raised in Las Vegas. You went to school there. You never left. Now it's sunset on just another day and you're standing in front of Circus Circus. You're wondering to yourself, "Did I turn off the stove?" and no other thoughts are going through your mind. Everthing around you feels familiar. Normal. Exactly as it should be, everything is in it's place just as you know it should be.

It was that second scenario that I was feeling to myself as I sat in his office listening to him. Finally life is as it should be.

He gave me a shot of 40 milligrams of Estrodial.
It's a low dose.
He didn't give me any progesterone, nor did he give me any testosterone-blockers.

What he wants to do is start me off slow as a normal puberty would start. I am going to see him again in two weeks where he will up the estrodial dose a little, meanwhile also adding other things to the mix. He said that in about six weeks, we'll be putting everything in normal amounts into my body.

This is so right.

I am on the way now, and nothing is going to stop me.