Birmingham, Alabama, 9:07 a.m.— He sat across from us in the hospital waiting room, wearing an Auburn hat, his cellphone pressed against his ear. He couldn't have been more than forty—maybe forty-five.
His eyes were red. He covered his face with his hand, but he wasn't hiding anything.
A swell of tears hit him again. The sound of his stuffed-up nose could be heard across UAB.
“It's not good news, Mama,” I heard him say into his phone.
The old man beside me had drifted off to sleep. The television above us blared commercials at a volume loud enough affect the climate.
"BUY A NEW KIA FOR NO MONEY DOWN!
COME IN TODAY AND WE'LL THROW IN A..."
Auburn-Cap walked toward the elevators.
"I know, Mama," he said. "But the doctor just told me it's... Mmm hmmm, yes ma'am...” More pacing, more biting his lower lip. “I dunno, they say it's bigger... Yes ma'am... We're still waiting on results...”
“Y-y-yes ma'am,” he stammered. “I dunno know, the doctor says it's too early for that...”
By now, the eyes of the entire room were upon Auburn-Cap. He rested his forehead against the wall, probably wishing he could vanish into thick air.…