El Regreso Del Pinché II
Entry 1 2:22 p.m. It's true . But I am getting in front of the story. This afternoon we met at the UW Liver Center. We parked in the Triangle, and it brought forth memories of the days my mother struggled against death in futility -30 days seemed so long and it wasso many years ago now. It made me nauseous, as if this was day 31 of my mom dying, instead of a meeting for Jenny. I steeled myself. The Liver Center is located in the surgical center complex with its massive atrium covered waiting area. It has huge windows in various sizes of rectangles and squares to brighten the room with the sun, but they did nothing to lighten the mood as we waited. After being led to the room by an M.A. at 12 on the dot, we sat and worked on a crossword puzzle together. Jenny, since leaving home, was almost sick with nerves. We finished the crossword puzzle, and she took my arm and told me she was scared. I was scared too, because I ...
