Getting What I Wanted...

• Me: Just wish they'd take out the damn thing. I don't use it.
• Dr. 1: No, you're too young
• Me: I'm gay, I'm a virgin, I don't want kids, just take the damn thing
• Dr. 2: Well, we'll see. best to see about other options first just in case
• Me: Ugh. Why don't they listen? Just take it OUT
• Dr. 3: Yeah, you have cancer. We're going to do a complete hysterectomy
• Me: ...
• Dr. 3: It'll cure it, as long as it hasn't spread... complete hysterectomy- no more cancer.
• Me: :bawls inconsolably:

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That pretty much sums up everything to the last 5 minutes... minus the 2 hour nap-coma I just got up from.

This is what I wanted all along right? A hysterectomy-- I mean.. I fucking asked for it. I decided 2 years ago that at least a partial was the best thing for me because of how irregular and uncomfortable I always was.

And now that's what I'm getting. Officially.

So why the fuck am I suddenly so emotional about it? Woke up from napcoma and now i Just... can't seem to stop crying.