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“I forgot to tell him about the melanomas,” Mama says after the hospice social worker leaves.
“He’s not medical staff,” I tell her again, which he told her as well.
“I thought he was a doctor,” she says.
“No, social worker,” I say. I could have left it at that. Should have. But I don’t. “And you don’t have any melanomas,” I say.
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Gretchen Staebler
I am a Pacific Northwest native transplanted to the southeast for 36 years. In 2012, I returned to my childhood home and fell in love with this corner of the country again. I am a grandmother, a storywriter, a teacher, an attention payer, a hiker, and a back roads wanderer. Check out my website (and my memoir) at www.gretchenstaebler.com.
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