A doctor took a look at the cut on my neck and decided I could go home. The wound seemed to be healing very well, so there was no need to stay any longer. My dad came to pick me up and I finally got home. What a feeling it was! …but in the deep recesses of my mind and soul, I knew it was just the beginning, but beginning of what? …I was to find out in four days…
Before I was released from hospital, my dad, in order to speed things up, took the lymph node and drove to hand it over to one of the most experienced pathologists in this field not only in Slovakia, as I'd heard.
Before I was released from hospital, my dad, in order to speed things up, took the lymph node and drove to hand it over to one of the most experienced pathologists in this field not only in Slovakia, as I'd heard.
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