This is a mélange of events that occurred on March 24, 2020. Part 1 This morning my son and I brought my (disabled) husband back to the surgeon who removed a cancer from his face two Wednesdays ago. This was the first appointment we could get to have the 52 stitches removed: he had to be seen by the plastic surgeon on staff at the Moh’s Surgery division. This is the place where I had the run-in with that disgusting patient who was spewing hate. (see this blog). I pulled on my vinyl gloves in the car, held on to … Continue reading →