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Ecography

Echography On a bed attached to many wires, my body was prodded by female hands, at my age, it was not everyday people touch me. My heart sounded like an old steam-ship battling the waves off Greenland seeking calmer water; as for my pacemaker, it sounded like a pump in need of repair. I fell asleep, which caused laughter from the staff; it is not often happen to a patient. Then it was over. I thanked the staff, the finding if any, will be delivered by my doctor next week, she can also take a look at the lump In the middle of the chest, the last time I was operated for this, it was called cancer.

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