CHAPTER 19
By mid-week, Mr. Rios was recuperating fully in a room in a wing of the hospital as far away from the ICU as was possible. Mrs. Rios had made that request of the hospital administration and they had obliged. To her, the intensive care unit was something from a past life, a secret in the closet to be kept hidden in her deepest memories, not to be accessed ever again.
The primary oncologist had no explanation on what actually had occurred to Mr. Rios, or why it had occurred. The attempts at explaining his sudden health all but dried up by the time Mr. Rios was transferred out of the ICU. For all intents and purposes, all traces of the cancer were gone, and with the exception of the slightly scraggly skin hanging from beneath his arms, his thighs, and around his chin and
