Friday, November 20, 2009

And I don't much like you either!

The surgeon exclaimed “I’m like you, let me die in the saddle!.  But I can fix this with a wide excision and bone grafts from your skull!”

Could he not see my husband’s face, pale and grimaced beneath the skin cancer on the bridge of his nose, body language screaming “I’m not like you at all.”

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