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!