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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.