Where Do I Stand . ( An Intersex Story )
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Chresanto August
April 17 , 2009
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Today was the day that I'd been waiting for , that my body had been craving for and my mind had been thinking about . today was the day when the doctors called in to let me know which body part that I would be keeping and which body part would be leaving .
* telephone rings *
Me : hello ?
Other line : hello , chresanto this is docter Smith , im calling in for your results and its sad to say that your testicals will have to be removed due to testicular cancer .
My heart shattered 4 different ways.
Me : okay thanks doc I'll be in tomorrow at 9 for the procedure .
Other line : okay , see you tomorrow.
* phone line goes dead *
I shake my head as I go lie back in my bed ,
a man .... Without testicals ... ?
.....Where do I stand ?
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