"I'll be right outside. You can reach the sink from there - no hopping around, do you hear me?"I carefully wiggled my scrub pants down onto the floor,...and sat on the edge of the toilet seat. After a couple of minutes, I still hadn't relieved the increasing pressure in my bladder."Steven!" Yeah?" Look, I can't do this with you standing right by the door." Don't even tell me you have a shy bladder." He laughed."Call it stage fright. It doesn't matter. Either way, go take a walk or something.". Her eyes glistened; it was obvious she was on the verge of tears. He pushed back from the table, got up and started to walk towards her. He prayed she didn't start to cry; he didn't know if he could do this if she started to cry."I don't really care right now," he said. "We have a problem here and I've had enough of it." He moved to where he was about four inches away from her face with his eyes boring into her, burning through her like the hot flame of a torch."This place has been a fucking. In just weeks her health deteriorated to the point where she was at death's door. The diagnosis was acute lymphoblastic leukaemia and the prognosis was dire. Neither chemotherapy nor radiation therapy brought significant, much less lasting, remission. She fled 'home' to George who without question took her back in, assigned the day-to-day running of the company to John and nursed Lillian through the horrors of the treatment. When it was obvious that only a bone marrow transplant could save her,. It was empty but shortly we saw the woman come out of the bar and a man was with her. They got in the car and soon he was all you could see for several minutes. When she was alone in the car again, Herb and I prompted each other to go do it. Finally I got up the nerve and got out of the car and went to hers. I stood next to her passenger’s side door and looked in. She looked to be almost my mother's age, skinny and not very pretty. I almost chickened out when she said, "Hi. Hope in." I.