Doctors genuinely and unconditionally love their patients as they do their partners and they are devoted to their medical profession as they are to their partners.
I have fought with HS for almost 15 years so I can tell you from firsthand experience that it’s worth doing something to help yourself.
She put her hand on my shoulder and told me I was going to be okay. That really surprised me.
This situation seems like a pain in the ass.
“I had a very large woman that had a slivers of wood in her skin that were starting to get infected and when asked about the slivers, she replied ‘That is from my love board.’
‘What is a love board?’ I asked…
My parents pushed for this for as long as I remember and, naturally, I vehemently challenged the idea for as long as I remember.
The word, cancer, a distant murmur that I had refused to hear; it was like a paper cut—a seemingly simple, yet irreversible mistake of skin splitting, parting like the sea in slow motion.
When you’ve reached peak discomfort and the doctor is effectively satisfied with how miserable and embarrassed you are, the OB begins to beg you to “please relax your legs”—a request that will be made repeatedly throughout the appointment.
“Are you going to be in school forever?”
How certain can I be that they’ll put the right embryo back in me?