Who owns your body?

My first fight with a doctor happened when I was 19 years old.

My mother took me to this doctor because I’d received a diagnosis of dysplasia, which is considered a pre-cancerous condition. An RN who worked at the University of Chicago hospital at the time, my mother rather predictably freaked out at my diagnosis, which is why I didn’t want to tell her in the first place. However, I was smart enough to know I needed her help with this, so I included her.

She chose a well respected specialist in gynecology at the U of C, and off we went.

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