A frail, alabaster-skinned woman sat on my exam room table, the last patient of the day late on a Friday afternoon. The woman in the corner introduced herself as the patient’s sister. The patient, whom I will call Priscilla, slowly opened her blouse. She revealed a growth about the size of a human heart, but outside the central chest instead of inside, as if her heart had somehow flipped outside like an everted starfish.
“How long have you had that?”
“I don’t know.”
“More than 4 years.”… For Full text read Why Now? by Robert Norman