It was a sunny morning. The air was pleasantly cool and a gentle breeze blew over the buildings of the Princeton-Plainsboro Teaching Hospital.
James Wilson was standing on the building roof, his gaze absently wandering across the landscape. He had left his office a few minutes earlier, after a quite difficult conversation with patient.
All the treatments he had tried in the last months had miserably failed, without giving any results that could make him hope for an improvement or a chance of another attempt.
When the young man had come to his office the first time, over a year before, he had been almost sure that he would have managed to save him.
He had a small malignant adenocarcinoma in his left lung, but the analysis showed that it was at the first stages and it was operable. He hadn’t expected the fast degeneration.
In a small period of time, the tumour had metastasised and had affected also the patient’s liver and pancreas.
Now, the only thing the oncologist had left to do was trying to find the best way to soothe the man’s pain and to allow him to spend his last months of life with dignity.
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