It’s Time For A Second Opinion
A blinking answering machine.
That's how I found out I had brain cancer. December 1995. My parents' bedroom. I was 21, and the radiologist couldn't be bothered to call back during business hours.
A blinking answering machine.
That's how I found out I had brain cancer. December 1995. My parents' bedroom. I was 21, and the radiologist couldn't be bothered to call back during business hours.