The Happy Indignity of Cancer Survival
It happens every  year, like clockwork.  I get the call, I mope about it, I go in, I put on the gown, I lay on the table. Every year, for the rest of my life, I have to subject myself to one of the most humbling experiences you can possibly imagine: the balltrasound.
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