The biopsies made Sheri’s mind rage. From all the jabbing and sticking, she had little bumps of scar tissue all around her hyoid bone where (if she were a guy) her Adam’s apple would be -- but still no diagnosis. This time they were going to do a core-sample biopsy. She felt like a slab of concrete or an archeological dig. They gave her laughing gas that made her fly around without the plane. Then there was the usual 10-day wait and finally the truth: It was cancer. What she would have given for another week of ignorance.
"Classic"
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