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In the Course of The Talk

...I should not forget to tell you what happened to the happy prospect of PCT.

Well, I have decided to not do it. As many of the wise commenters have stated, I have already gone through techniques that completely overcome the CM issues.

I do not feel the need to go for it till push comes to shove I have a more solid reason to do it and rather than just emotional arm-twisting.

Tests must not be for tests' sake, coz these tests are tests and not art. Sad metaphor, but that's alright because along with my uterus, my grey cells have also become defunct.



^WiseGuy^
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  1. eyeheartinternet5 November 2009 at 19:31

    I did that test. Ew.

    /:

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  2. dreamsofquiet5 November 2009 at 21:26

    Good for you. So glad you felt empowered enough to say "no."

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  3. Kristin6 November 2009 at 01:20

    Good for you!

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  4. Photogrl6 November 2009 at 08:02

    I'm proud of you for standing your ground!

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  5. Beautiful Mess6 November 2009 at 23:11

    I agree with the others, good for you! If you're apprehensive about it, even after thinking about it for awhile, then it isn't right for you. Way to do what feels right to you. It's such an important thing to do!
    *HUGS*

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  6. one-hit_wonder8 November 2009 at 01:23

    Yes. All ART is not art.

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  7. Sunny11 November 2009 at 02:21

    Great decision. The hoo-ha is closed!

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