One woman, with thinning hair and frail hands, sees him and her eyes light up. She waves him over. Though her voice is soft, she can’t get the words out fast enough. She holds his hand in hers, and in broken English, thanks him for being there. She launches into a story about her day she’s feeling better than usual, though its cold and he listens. Read more . . .
Richard Frank, like most doctors, is busy.But when he walks into the Whittingham Cancer Center at Norwalk Hospital, it doesn’t matter that he’s in one meeting and on his way to another. He walks among the rows of chemotherapy stations filled with patients in various stages of treatment, waving to those he knows, and even those he doesn’t.