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Thursday, June 23, 2011

June 23

What a strange, comical experience this morning. One by one, the involved people came to talk to me about my interest in possibly switching surgeons. Two of them encouraged me to stay with Dr. Black, while the other two encouraged me to continue moving forward with a change until I was comfortable. It was quite an ordeal, actually-- and I'm afraid that in the end I made the waves I had been hoping to avoid, in spite of all my efforts to the contrary. I told Laura, the social worker, that I was afraid I now had a black mark on our chart-- she told me "no, of course not. It's red."

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