Frank Update

He paces the room, hands pressed together, palms upward, cradling air. "This is my little boy," he says. "I'm walking him to sleep."

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We are waiting for the doctor together. On a bulletin board full of pamphlets and infographics, he zeros in on the picture of the very pregnant belly. "There's a baby in there," he states matter-of-factly. "Let's get one."

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"My brother is coming," he tells me. "My brother is coming soon."

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Spoiler alert: I'm not pregnant. Just sad and annoyed that my Frankenovary did not resolve itself on its own like we were hoping. My dermoid didn't grow a lot but it grew enough that my GP is passing me off to an OB/GYN for treatment.