Blue Bottle From a Small Pharmacy Prompts a Search for Answers

to this hot, heavy mass in my leg.

“He has been my doctor for fifteen years, David,” I said. “He knows I do not come in unless it is necessary.”

“I know, Mom,” David said, his eyes scanning the hallway. “But things get busy. He has a lot of patients to manage.”

Before David could reply further, a nurse in green scrubs called my name, her clipboard tucked continue reading …