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“It could be cancer”–Dr. Nguen, my gastroenterologist.
But I heard those words today while staring at pictures of my throat, looking at discoloration so visible even my untrained eye could see it. He took a biopsy, no results (obviously), but I’m still scared.
The funny bit…the entire time I was out, I drempt of Harry Potter.
I got stuck 16 times while they tried to find an IV. I still hurt.
I think I might go curl up in bed. Still tired…nausious, and worried.