Chapter 3
By the time I left for work on Sunday, I was caught up to present day on Fisher’s blog. I left more comments, but none had garnered a response like my first two had. While it would’ve been nice to start a dialogue with someone, I was more proud of the fact that I was commenting at all. My comfort level was rising. I’d even mentioned I was gay in one. It was easy to feel safe enough to speak aloud when Fisher did everything he could to make people welcome.
Without a new post to read, it was my first lunch break in days where I didn’t have my nose buried in my phone. I had company within minutes of sitting down. Janet, one of my favorite pediatrics nurses, took the chair opposite mine with a bright smile.
“Just the person I was hoping to find today,” she said.
I stirred my rame
