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Tumörernas benämning baseras på histogenetisk klassifikation som anger vilken vävnadstyp som gav upphov till tumören och om den är benign eller malign.Hur benäms en... (4 poäng; 0,5 p/rätt svar dvs. rätt stavat och komplett benämning) a) benign tumör utgången från fettväv?b) benign tumör utgången från körtelepitel?c) malign tumör utgången från blodkärl?d) benign tumör utgången från skivepitel?e) benign tumör utgången från urinblåsans epitelbeklädnad? f) benign tumör utgången från livmoders muskulatur?g) malign tumör utgången från matstrupens epitelbeklädnad?h) benign tumör utgången från ovariets groddceller?
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