Even as the sun shines we move and are occupied in our occupations, moving to and fro while death speaks of a thirsty earth. I still didn’t understand why my mother’s doctor couldn’t come to the hospital with his files and consult with the hospital staff for treatment. I was under the false impression that because he treated her cancer since the beginning of this 4 year nightmare, he was in charge of all her cancer related treatments. But that only would have worked if he were a participant in the hospital’s network. I felt my mind and body tightening up on me, but a deep breath would fight off the light-headedness.
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