The Third Transfer
Four years, three rounds, one phone call each time on a Tuesday morning. What I remember most clearly is not the failures. It is the nurse who told me she was sorry, and meant it, and then said my name.
Topic
2 stories: 1 from a doctor, 1 from a patient
This collection has the same experience described from both sides — worth reading as a pair.
Four years, three rounds, one phone call each time on a Tuesday morning. What I remember most clearly is not the failures. It is the nurse who told me she was sorry, and meant it, and then said my name.