How do you tell one of your best friends that his dad may have an incurable brain tumor?
It was the morning of the last trauma shift during my surgery rotation. It was a seemingly normal early Sunday morning. However, when I arrived in the trauma charting room, there was no one to be found. After placing my coffee and protein bar down next to a computer, another medical student walked in, and he looked just as puzzled as I was at the sight of an empty room.
“Where …
How do you tell one of your best friends that his dad may have an incurable brain tumor?
