Yesterday was the first time in my year-long interpreting experience that I had to tell a woman she probably has breast cancer.
She listened, nodded, and then started to cry. Quietly.
The doctor handed her a tissue and said: We know this is too much to handle right now but you are in a good place here and we will take care of you (or something like that).
GARTLER WRITING STUDIO
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