The Nurse Who Would Not Meet My Eye

The nurse would not meet my eye. Somehow that seemed fraught with meaning. “I am so dead,” I thought. I stood outside the door of my oncology consultant. The waiting area behind me had a central garden with a fountain in it. Dozens of men and women sat patiently marking time before attending the periodic  life-or-death consultations …

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