It Was Time For Me to Step Up

November, 2012

That biopsy needled must have been at least foot long, as well as metallic, sharp, and all around frightening. To witness the thing made an already crisply chilly hospital room even colder. I looked over to the hospital bed where my dad rested, his back exposed to the world. Then I turned my attention to the nurse who was preparing to plunge the needle. I closed my eyes before the needle was to…

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I am a teacher, essay writer, survivor, foodie, and politically obsessed progressive. ep2ihenetu@gmail.com

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Eze Ihenetu

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I am a teacher, essay writer, survivor, foodie, and politically obsessed progressive. ep2ihenetu@gmail.com

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