Jose walks into the bar in shorts on a cold night for West Texas. His left leg looks to be titanium.
He's got a boxer's nose, scarring on his cheekbones and forehead. The look in his eye is hard when our eyes meet. I offer to buy him a beer, but she just poured him one.
Before long he's crying, telling me the story of his legs. Apologizing for acting like a bitch.
He lost one, and the doctors who performed the amputation said he was going to lose the other one too. But an Indian doctor approached him later and whispered, "We are going to save your leg".
The first group of doctors kept on with the same negative prognosis, and the Indian doctor kept countering it, quiety but persistently. And Jose came to believe him.
Jose cried tonight to a stranger with gratitude for the doctor in San Antonio who saved his leg.
That's what health care should be able to do.
That's what I should be able to do.
He's got a boxer's nose, scarring on his cheekbones and forehead. The look in his eye is hard when our eyes meet. I offer to buy him a beer, but she just poured him one.
Before long he's crying, telling me the story of his legs. Apologizing for acting like a bitch.
He lost one, and the doctors who performed the amputation said he was going to lose the other one too. But an Indian doctor approached him later and whispered, "We are going to save your leg".
The first group of doctors kept on with the same negative prognosis, and the Indian doctor kept countering it, quiety but persistently. And Jose came to believe him.
Jose cried tonight to a stranger with gratitude for the doctor in San Antonio who saved his leg.
That's what health care should be able to do.
That's what I should be able to do.
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