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.
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I'm an internist of few words who spends privileged time every day with my patients. Often mundane, sometimes funny, frequently sad or frustrating, these are close encounters of the life-changing kind.
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I just found your blog through a link from Doctor D. Great writing!
Thanks warmsocks. What a privilege to share so much life with patients and friends. Thanks for checking in!
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