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.
Friday, November 20, 2009
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