I'm afraid not. It's never been done before. Anyway, there's nowhere in the ward to put a chair. God, I can imagine what this ward is like when no family is here. Your husband's lucky to go right into a ward.
Some new patients have to lie in the corridors or on the stairs.
I'm asking you to be kind enough to pass the money on to the right person. We don't do that sort of thing here. He's wearing green and brown pajamas and warm fur trimmed bedroom slippers. On his almost hairless head he wears a new raspberry-colored skullcap. In his hospital clothing, the tumor, the size of a clenched fist, looks strikingly ominous.