I keep wondering... Did you somehow complete me like some incongruent puzzle? Or did I solve myself after you left me alone to struggle?
Last night my patient was told she had two months to live. Maybe more, maybe less... She sat there listening to what the doctor had to say about her poor prognosis, tears building behind her eyes. He tenderly answered her questions, leaving her no more further scenarios to ponder within her bald head. He left. … Continue reading Two Months