“He walked across the room and flicked a switch. A spotlight turned on, illuminating a laminated poster of a woman on his wall. He took a crayon from his pocket and began drawing on it. I could see smudges from past demonstrations. [. . .] His dashed lines crisscrossed the woman's chest as if he were planning a military maneuver on undulating terrain.” FearCancerSurgeryHelplessnessBreast CancerBreast ExamDoctor Visit Book:Orphan Number Eight Source: Orphan Number Eight