Lying in the surgery, looking at the polystyrene ceiling tiles, glad I put JoJo under 'preferred name' not realising how much relief a name I chose for myself would provide in a place that produces so much anxiety. The door opens and the nurse comes back in pushing a metal trolley with instruments that tinkle as she walks. She apologises for the delay and checks the foam wedge beneath my right shoulder. The doctor comes in. I expect her to call me JoJo but she calls me buttons instead and for a moment I smile and forget about the biopsy she is about to take from the lump in my right breast.
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