we meet again

     It was my last time entering MD Anderson in the white coat, at least under the provisions of this class.  My time was about up.  So it somehow seemed very fitting that as I strolled through the lobby, a familiar face out of the corner of my eye caught my attention.  It was the physician's assistant that treated my brother.  And then later while in the hospital with the attending, who should we meet but the primary oncologist who treated my brother.  Both conversations were polite and remained on the surface.  It was kind of a nice closure in a small way.