We circled him with our impotent answers, our guarded gestures of help. Circled while the cancer waged its all-out assault, stripping him of vigor and hope.
Dick nodded in his bed during most of the family meeting, the one hastily convened before his hospital discharge. His wan, sunken eyes surveyed the jury: family doctor and oncologist; surgical and hospice nurse; wife and son. The diagnosis of pancreatic cancer was made weeks...
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