Expensive Friend
Expensive Friend
December 01, 2002
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I try to make him an ordinary patient with a list of drugs and diagnoses strung together in a necklace of initials: CAD, CABG, DM2, HTN. I pretend I am nothing like him, a man my age, a doctor with a beard like mine, who lives on a street I drive every day, who worked the same hospital before his life became abbreviated. Week after week he jokes we should go next door for cappuccino and bring our guitars to play the Beatles songs we know by heart. And though he calls me his best friend, it's different for me. I never cross the line. I just give him the best I have and he gets what he pays for. Yeah, I'm the most expensive friend money can buy. |