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my vaginal health was declining.New bad things started to hardcover happen. Sharp lines of zinging pain, like a toothache, began to radiate from my former Bump site to the edge of my outer lip, culminating in a dot of soreness. Two things made this worse: driving hardcover a car and wearing pants. Then in September, the red spots returned. I went back to the gynecologist.It's cancer, I told him.No it isn't, he said. He scraped a bit of skin off and went into his lab. It's not cancer, he repeated when he came out.Is it herpes? It doesn't feel like herpes.It's not herpes.How do you know it's not cancer? I asked.Cancer doesn't come and go, he said. Cancer just gets worse.So what is it? I asked him.I don't know, he said.Listen, I said, everything's getting worse.
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