Peter had terminal cancer and his condition was gradually deteriorating. Though he was unable to speak, I read so much from his face, and to this day it still haunts me.
One night after arriving home from work on the evening shift, I found that I was unable to sleep. I could not get Peter off my mind. I had been extremely disturbed by the condescending and seemingly unfeeling attitude displayed by some of the staff toward this patient. My feelings grew to such an intensity that I put my thoughts on paper.
The next day when I returned to work I was told Peter had passed away during the night.