After sitting all night with my 94-year-old vomiting grandmother, the doctors tell me it’s bad news.
We said goodbye with the whole family and exchanged beautiful last words. An endoscopy is then done for a diagnosis. After a minute the doctor comes out again. So we were frightened, like, is the tumor so big that you couldn’t enter the esophagus? Then we hear my grandmother shouting: “It was a piece of chicken, I’m back!”
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A version of this article also appeared in the September 16, 2023 newspaper.