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The Sofa
Teresita Bacani-Oropilla, MD
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here it sits, the living room sofa, with
its massive rolled arms, its faded floral pattern once selected to match
the Japanese jade screen, showing permanent indentations where heads had lain thru
the years. One leg is shaky from the force
of grandchildren still catapulting their now
grown bodies to see a favorite show or a basketball game ending.
If it had ears to hear and lips to tell, it would pass on plans to go
on spring break, what college to go to, who broke their leg skiing
and how to wheedle for a later curfew. It would also reveal immense relief expressed when chemotherapy and radiotherapy had
killed all the ovarian cancer cells and a niece \