you're shaking in fear that it is cancer and your doctor whispers menacingly to you, "I need you to calm down or I can't do the surgery...there will be plenty of time to break down in the recovery period."

by maggie
(new york)

I was stunned into compliance. I guess he had me diagnosed before he even cut me. Stage IIIC ovarian cancer. I've met people in the past that I suspected might be psychopaths, but he seems to be the real thing. I was so traumatized by him that I stuck with him for 8 treatments, then caught him in a lie (a whopper)--the mind-boggling significance of which only hit me recently, and I left, and never looked back. Oh, he and I will meet again some day. He took a young mother of three young children -- used them against me continuously, as in "how many kids do you have again?" in order to get me to fall in line with his treatments, terrorized me to the point of near-suicide, and I still stand here today, you loser. And no, as you once said, not because of "your medicine." Only because I didn't do myself in. You barely contained your excitement at diagnosing me, you punk, and then gave me nothing, no answers, no explanations as to how I developed cancer so young without any risk factors or family history of cancer, No explanation as to why my children were just as sick as I was and what that might have been. No, here's a silly little terrified woman trying to go up against the god-like genius doctor. Yes, we will meet again in a court of law some fine day, when the fates smile on me. I'm still here, and I know what you did. It's not over.
That felt awesome! Thank you.