ON AN APRIL MORNING IN 2016, Casey Sexton, a burly and tattooed 54-year-old with a brown goatee and blue eyes, was on his way to work, at a Jared Galleria of Jewelry branch in Madison, Wisconsin, when his doctor called with the biopsy results: stage IIIA breast cancer. “Well that sucks,” Sexton remembers replying. After the call with his doctor, and before he knew he would need three surgeries and eight rounds of chemotherapy, Sexton went to work for the day. “That’s kind of how I roll,” he told me over the phone with a chuckle. 16
BY SARAH DONILON
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transgender cancer patients fight their disease and our medical system
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