I hate the idea of going under the knife. So I was very upset when the doctor told me I needed a tonsillectomy.
Later, the nurse and I were filling out the admission form. I tried to respond to the questions, but I was so nervous I couldn't speak. The nurse, put down the form, took my hands in hers and said, "don't worry. This medical problem can easily be fixed, and it's not a dangerous procedure."
"You're right. I'm being silly," I said, feeling relieved, "please continue."
"Good. Now," the nurse went on, "do you have a living will?"
