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Very Important Invitation

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VULVA! Did I capture your attention?
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Each of us have our own experiences, relevance, compliments & complaints to mention
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Race, religion, gender – cervical screening has little constraints it’s about prevention and
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You are in control.

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Investment in your health, time to talk, education about look & feel
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More talking about our bodies, knowing the facts and questions we have all tried to conceal
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Putting it frankly, simply and laid bare
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Out in the open and then you find yourself sat in the chair
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Red rosy cheeks, being asked about your periods, dryness, sex, safety and infections
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That’s an odd question
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And did the nurse forget to mention?
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Not only do we want to do your cervical screening but we want to check your safe at home too
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That’s the aim of our holistic game.

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Invest in your time to learn, to read, to look after what you need
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Now if you ARE in need we can promise you one thing can be guaranteed
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Very Important Invitation will be here to advocate, elaborate, commemorate
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Interested in you being in control and feeling at the centre of your care
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Tackling whatever your goal,
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And combining care and making sure you know…we are
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There. There to listen, talk, hear your view, change the future of experiences for you
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If there is someone you want to bring, someone you trust
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Oh – you mean they are welcome too? Yes
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No matter what, you are in control.

Laura Cobbold, Very Important Invitation Project, Suffolk GP Federation


 

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Saharan Breeze on Suffolk Shores

That special summer evening. Whispering Saharan breeze on Suffolk shores. Warmth gently caressing, sensually embracing. Soft silken touch. Tomorrow is Monday. Today is paradise. Let this last forever. Shall we stay? A B&B? Reluctantly, we turn and leave this strangely tropical coast tonight. Bliss has to end. As did our love. That rare heated air will return, and I will cherish its soft warmth. But will intimate love? A warm embrace, a soft caress. Sharing a special summer evening. by Adrian. 

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