After diagnosis, the doctor kept talking. There was something wrong with his mouth. I had never seen such a deep pit. I thought if I looked way down into that hole, I might get sucked in. His head was acting funny too— it seemed to stretch to the ceiling and then get very wide, blocking out the X-rays backlit behind him. With his head distorting, his mouth black and moving, I was glad to catch a few clear words: “…need to act quickly.” I got up, got dressed and re-entered the waiting room. The children were sitting there. They put down their tattered magazines and looked up at me. Their feet didn’t quite reach the floor.