Today I am visited by a voodoo priest. He basically mentioned what I have heard before but this time something seemed to make sense. God gave us a perfect body but the devil corrupts it. And continue to corrupt it at every chance. So in order to heal one must insert some 'ayat' of goodness so the devil can't stay or enter. Thus I am given the usual magic water, black seed oil and stuff. I take it, nothing to loose.
The next day I contemplate having a peaceful day at home. Ring...Ring... this is doctor mumtaz. I'm handling your case. The radiologist noticed a blob around your neck. ! This is not good. You'll need to have your body scanned to see if the cancer have spread. This will affect your treatment.
Shit. How dead can I get. I don't think I will win this.
So I go back to the hospital to get a referral at another clinic to do the scan. I get the usual contrast, isoview or something, feel the glow, and that's it. I hope it doesn't show more spread. If so how many surgeons can I call up in an operation.
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