Can you please kill this thing?

I have been "dancing" with tumors long enough to know certain things. This time I don't need a CT scan to know that one of them grew in the past weeks. My little doctor-in-training also knows. Once in a while, Dr. Maya looks at my belly, shakes her head and then mutters something.

Yesterday, she heard me mention that I have an appointment with my surgeon on Wednesday. And here at home we all know, too well, what an appointment with the surgeon means. Since I was tearful and complaining of being tired (tired of pretending that my surgeries are a piece of cake), Maya decided to write a note to Dr. Monica Bertagnolli.


From: Dr. Maya

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Can you please kill this thing?
To: Dr. Monica Burtanolie