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The Day My Shrink Tried to Get Me Shot
On Nov. 23, 2011, I was getting ready for work. Shaving, I found a lump in my throat about the size of a gumball.Fast-forward a week. My doctor sends me to a surgeon. Fast-forward another week, two weeks before Christmas, and the surgeon tells me, "Well, you either have throat cancer or not. We will do the surgery after the holidays. Merry Christmas."So it was a Black Christmas. Sex, drugs and rock 'n' roll.
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By OZYOn Nov. 23, 2011, I was getting ready for work. Shaving, I found a lump in my throat about the size of a gumball.Fast-forward a week. My doctor sends me to a surgeon. Fast-forward another week, two weeks before Christmas, and the surgeon tells me, "Well, you either have throat cancer or not. We will do the surgery after the holidays. Merry Christmas."So it was a Black Christmas. Sex, drugs and rock 'n' roll.