I looked at the door.  Standing there, in a paper gown, my hair tucked back into a ponytail, mask, and shield across my face, gloves on, boot covers over my shoes and legs.  Behind that door was a woman I had known for years, whose youngest I had delivered, whose children I still cared for.  And her father had just died. Under normal circumstances, as her long time family physician, I ...

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