Seeing I to eye

My heart sank.  An old patient on the schedule, Ms. Big Hair with Big Demands.

“Long time, no see,” I said, “How are things?” 

Lost job, big move, schizophrenic son, now menopause, insult on injury.  We talked, we laughed.  She’d found a sense of humor, and I my compassion.  Two moms with hot flashes and sons.