Malu
“Paging dr. Danilo, your patient is waiting for you in the reception. Dr. Danilo.”
I hear the receptionist’s voice on the speakers paging my doctor, telling him I’m here. I’m at the oncology wing in the hospital. In the waiting room, there are some patients waiting their turn. Some of them look really weak, others not so much. But all of them have a common denominator: they have their family with them. Fathers, mothers, sons, spouses, it doesn’t matter who: they’re there. This is clearly one of those things to which you need the support from people who love you, since the load is too heavy.
I see my doctor showing up from afar in the hallway. He smiles when he sees me in the waiting room. He greets me and takes me to his office.
“How are you feeling, Malu? You look a little better
