Behind The Door

I opened the door and said, “Hi, my name is Angie, how can I help you today?” Scowling she said curtly, “I am sick” ,not elaborating any further…Scrunched up face, staring me down,she said, “I came here to see a doctor.” I explained that I had to triage her… Getting any answer out of her…

The Membership

I would awake and for just a brief second, forget where I was…where includes the physical place and what path our journey as a family had taken. I was on the Johns Hopkins 8th floor…the oncology unit, and our precious first born at the age of almost four had just been diagnosed with some form…