Kim was a math teacher until arthritis and toxic drugs got her number. She arrived one day by cab, dirty, vomit-splattered, too weak and dehydrated to come inside.
I saw her at the curbside and sent her straight to the ER.
“She’s a math teacher,” I told the ER doc twice. “This could be you or me.”
Wednesday, November 25, 2009
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This brought tears to my eyes. I LOVE this blog. Keep writing!
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