Confirmation of Consent: Not As Feminist As It Sounds

Yesterday my parents and I attended something referred to as a 'Confirmation of Consent' meeting with my absolute babe of a Nurse Specialist, Theresa. Sadly this wasn't some sort of disruptive feminist workshop, but a medical appointment about chemotherapy. The point of the session is to run through your cancer treatment plan, its side effects and risks, answer any questions you may have and then finally get your permission to start poisoning you for your own benefit.

Facing My Fear: Getting A Bone Marrow Biopsy

Whenever I have had to have an injection, I've tried to rationalise my fear by telling myself  "it could be so much worse - sure, the 'flu jab is scary, but it's not like it's a bone marrow biopsy or anything". The idea of that particular procedure terrified me so much that everything else paled in comparison, and I was just glad I never had to face it.  Until I did have to face it.

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