I Stood Up.
Yesterday my son and I escorted my husband to the dermatologist for Moh’s surgery for a basal cell carcinoma under his eye, something that should have been addressed years ago, and was now, as it was revealed, HUGE. The surgery spanned four hours and left him with fifty-two stitches under his eye. An eye that would soon turn black and vision would be impeded. But that is not what this blog is about. The incident I am going to describe is becoming more and more typical and disturbing. When we entered the waiting room which was the size of a … Continue reading →