Are you serious! Is this really happening? Talk about an onslaught of racing thoughts. I've had this painful lump on the right side of my chest now for how the hell should I know how long! Yeah, you could say why wouldn't you have gone to see the doctor years ago, and I would respond with have you ever watched the old movie " Who flew over the Coocoo's nest"? If not, please do, its a classic.
I saw my provider for the first time in six years for an unrelated issue. I was like oh, by the way, I've got this lump. I laid back on that weird doctor bed with my shirt off ( whats with that crispy loud white paper? Have we not evolved in the med world to invent something less crinkly and rough!) as soon as she touched me I jumped and gasped nearly falling off the table/bed.
First off her hand was FREEEEZZZZZING ! ! And secondly I haven't been touched for so long .........plus I'm super ticklish. She told me I needed a mamma something or other. Anyway, after 21 questions I found out that I would be leaving the prison for a visit to the hospital to see if I have BREAST CANCER or not.
A full week went by waiting, wondering, and thinking how I was going to tell my family this new, if I was going to tell anybody at all. In a strange way I was overloaded with glee because I was going on a field trip outside of prison for the first time in over twelve years, and it happens to be my home town!
Marshall Byers
for www.lgbtqprisonsupport.com
I saw my provider for the first time in six years for an unrelated issue. I was like oh, by the way, I've got this lump. I laid back on that weird doctor bed with my shirt off ( whats with that crispy loud white paper? Have we not evolved in the med world to invent something less crinkly and rough!) as soon as she touched me I jumped and gasped nearly falling off the table/bed.
First off her hand was FREEEEZZZZZING ! ! And secondly I haven't been touched for so long .........plus I'm super ticklish. She told me I needed a mamma something or other. Anyway, after 21 questions I found out that I would be leaving the prison for a visit to the hospital to see if I have BREAST CANCER or not.
A full week went by waiting, wondering, and thinking how I was going to tell my family this new, if I was going to tell anybody at all. In a strange way I was overloaded with glee because I was going on a field trip outside of prison for the first time in over twelve years, and it happens to be my home town!
Marshall Byers
for www.lgbtqprisonsupport.com
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