Friday, November 20, 2009

A touching story

He was doing a little dance on his feet like the college quarterback he probably once was. Then the doctor tackled a stool and sat with his hand on my husband’s knee, explaining the course of radiation therapy.

My husband’s folded arms and hunched shoulders screamed “Don’t touch me!”, unheard gestures in a cold, white room.

2 comments:

warmsocks said...

I just found your blog through a link from Doctor D. Great writing!

WordDoc said...

Thanks warmsocks. What a privilege to share so much life with patients and friends. Thanks for checking in!