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The phone rings, and the lady of the house answers, “Hello.” |
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“Mrs. Sanders, this is Doctor Jones at Saint Agnes Laboratory. When your husband’s doctor sent his biopsy to the lab last week, a biopsy from another Mr. Sanders arrived as well. We are now uncertain which one belongs to your husband. Frankly, either way the results are not too good.” |
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“What do you mean?” Mrs. Sanders asks nervously. |
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“Well, one of the specimens tested positive for Alzheimer’s and the other one tested positive for HIV. We can’t tell which is which.” |
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“That’s dreadful! Can you do the test again?” questioned Mrs. Sanders. |
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“Normally we can, but Medicare will only pay for these expensive tests one time.” |
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“Well, what am I supposed to do now?” |
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“The folks at Medicare recommend that you drop your husband off somewhere in the middle of town. If he finds his way home, don’t sleep with him.”
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