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Fish Language

I was sitting recently with a friend who is getting ready to start radiation therapy for breast cancer as she described her first meeting with her radiation oncologists, a young man fresh out of residency.  After he told her that she would receive her treatments laying on a table with her arms spread wide and "bare breasted" -- 45 minutes at a time, 5 days a week for 6 weeks -- she expressed some discomfort with the fact that all the doctors and almost all of the techs in that department are men.  "Oh, don't worry. We're all medical professionals," the young doctor responded. Photo by Riddhiman Bhowmik on Unsplash I don't know exactly how my friend heard that comment, but as I imagined myself in that scene, I heard something like, "We don't look at you as a woman, to us you're just a slab of meat." I can imagine myself in that scene, because as a 60-year-old woman with a family history of breast cancer, it's well within the possibi

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