What a strange appearance after my name those two little letters make. As if my name weren't long enough. And oddly enough, separated by a comma. A mere pause. What stories there must be in the telling of the addition of those two little letters? In this instance, a play with a professional actress, Megan Cole. And what should this play be about? An English professor dying of cancer. What other role would I be "volunteered" for, of course, but an arrogant oncologist fellow trying to grasp his own humanity as life beats it either from him, or into him, depending on the point of view. But it was a deep honor to be bear witness to Megan Cole's performance of death. And life. Just as I take the stories of all the patients who have helped me add those two little letters, hers is no less of potent tale.