In the fall of 1994 I had a stark dream that my gynecologist called and said, “Wendy, you need a D&C.” That’s not a procedure you generally walk in and request.
The dream haunted me, despite routine check-ups. Fourteen months later my gynecologist did call me and, like in the dream, told me that I needed a D & C.
This was the procedure that diagnosed my late state cancer. (More)
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