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I hate not being able to write about stuff cos folks consider it taboo but every October I am reminded of my brush with death. I had 'cancer' between September 29th 2003 and November 21st 2003. Lying on the hard bed and having Dr Stewart - cancer spotter via sonar extraordinaire- say, 'Yes, it's cancer but you aren't going to die, bitch', kind of winded me.
Whip it out, whip it out, I protested.
You'll have to wait till at least the end of December.
Fuck that. I phoned the hospital daily and eventually got a slot for an op on Halloween.They took one ovary out and had my go-ahead to give me a full hysterical if they found anything elsewhere, which they didn't need to do. I repaired quickly; leaving the hossy on the 5th November. Then I had to wait days and days for the results. They eventually arrived, during which time I fell down Grampy's stairs, tee hee, and my stitches still fresh. Boy, did we larf. Anyway, nothing 'obvious' was detected but 'please come for check-ups twice a year for the next five years.' Well, I went for one check-up in 2004, in South Africa. I had a blood count test and an internal. During the internal the Dr said, 'Ooer, do you want babies?'
I hesitated because it has always been my major dream to have a baby.
Just kidding. I said, uh, no fucking way. She said, 'That's good cos your dooh dah is at a weird angle.' So basically, I am a freak. I don't feel the same as other women. I feel good, but different. Different angles. Etc. Anyway, this year is my 5th year and I feel okay. I just wonder how different I feel to men. Maybe I am still virtually single cos I don't do it for men? Who knows.

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