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"Hello, Mrs. Bear, I see you are here this afternoon to schedule your hysterectomy, right?" The casually tossed out words of the hyper perky nurse slammed into Bernah's consciousness with the full force of a high speed, run away locomotive and sent her reeling for a moment.
"What?" The word slipped involuntarily from her lips. Her mind began to race; her pulse quickened noticeably. That "oh, no, here we go again", out of control, sinking feeling started to grab hold of her. She wasn't prepared for this. The nurse practitioner had led her to believe that the fibroid tumor that was growing inside her uterus could be handled easily without any sort of invasive medical procedure. "Calm down. Breathe. Breathe," her experienced inner voice commanded her. She inhaled deeply and managed to gain control of herself just before her emotions went crashing over the edge of the abyss.
At another, earlier point in her life she might have allowed herself to be swept along by the authoritative pronouncements of the medical profession, but not today. Bernah had become a seasoned campaigner in the female, health care wars. "They don't call it 'practicing medicine' for nothing," she reminded herself. "I need to discuss this matter in detail with the doctor before I agree to any sort of surgery. I'm in the information gathering mode. I don't have to make a decision today!"
Bernah's following discussion with the doctor pursued a most interesting path. It started with his recommending a hysterectomy, his specialty. When Bernah demurred, it detoured toward a procedure for removing only the tumor by going in through the navel area(another surgeon's specialty). It ended with his observing that since thetumor was, after all, benign, one of her options was to do nothing at all. Bernah marveled at the facility with which the doctor moved logically and dispassionately from option to another.
His insensitivity to her feelings reached its zenith during the consultation when he offered the option of "rollerballing" which involved scraping the lining of the uterus. Bernah felt herself tense up and sit bolt upright in her chair at the callous description. "I wonder how he would react if someone told him that he would have to have his penis rollerballed," she speculated. She prudently kept her thoughts toherself. "One mustn't upset the surgeon, you know!"