MEETING DR. COMENZO

I am the oldest of four girls, a teacher, and department chair used to a modicum of control. I’m pretty good dodging conflict and use language and a little irony to protect my very body and soul. I went on board with Dr Comenzo in April 06. He said we’d watch, it-it was too early to treat-a numbers game. I brought Lewis, all my sisters and my daughter Julie for this visit. Everyone asked a few questions; Julie took notes. I was a little fixated on the two-five life expectancy. I had read a bit on the Internet. Dr Comenzo answered my questions but he likes to think about something else after the medical talk is done and we landed on books. He always asks me what novel I was teaching and he give me his insight to the piece or the time period or in the case of Raisin in the Sun how racism still prevails today When I told him, I was teaching the Little Prince, he asked me if I remembered the article a year or two ago that details the finding of his body off the coast of Morocco. His eyes twinkled when I said no. While I finished with his nurse, Patty, reviewing this month’s protocol, he appeared with two articles he printed from the Internet for me to share with my classes.