Joonho Brian Ko
Since my 20s, my breasts have had so much going on in them that they feel like bags of small toys like marbles, toy soldiers, and Hot Wheels. My doctors say it’s natural, normal, for me. Just the cards I’ve been dealt. But for this reason, for decades, I’ve been squeezed by doctors, smashed four times a year by mammogram machines, poked with biopsy core needles, and cut by scalpels. I’ve had lymph nodes removed, I have scars, there are several tiny titanium chips in my breasts to mark biopsied lumps. I’ve had to explain all kinds of shit to…
