Sitting in the hard uncomfortable chairs in
Packed waiting room
We all have a story
We are all loved by someone
We all wait to hear our names called
The tense moments before my name is finally called
I walk down the hall and give my urine sample in
The nurse leads me into the room
The Dr. Explains the procedure
I’m listening but her voice is like being underwater
My mind is spinning
I’m fixated on the feeling of the water and air being pushed inside me
I can feel the blood running down my legs and I’m mortified
The camera takes me on a tour of my vagina , my cervix and finally to my uterus
There it is an ugly looking bleeding polyp
The biopsy’s been taken
And now I just wait
-Angelina Galeano-