It’s okay now. Stand up. You don’t have to feel less than, unworthy, or not good enough.

MY DIAGNOSIS SEEN AND UNSEEN BY JERRI HARRELL

34THPARALLEL MAGAZINE ISSUE 74

I was held like a prisoner.

I knew the drill: remove all clothes above waist, put on patient gown, sit and sit and sit in the waiting room until name called.

Then arms up, down, side, squeeze,…