The Yellow Mile
The Green Mile, Stephen King has taught us, is the last hallway the condemned must walk, from Death Row to the electric chair. For some, it is a place of despair, of anger, of desperate bargaining, and of failing hope. For some it is an opportunity for quiet reflection. For a very few, it is the anteroom of reprieve.
This is the Yellow Mile. It connects the Cancer Center, where doctors and patients huddle and ponder, with the Infusion Room, where toxic fluids are administered to the hopeful and the hopeless alike, while they wait for their pardons to come through.
The far end is dark with doubt, and green with hope. Though they may be surrounded by family and friends, down this hallway patients walk alone.
The Yellow Mile
The Green Mile, Stephen King has taught us, is the last hallway the condemned must walk, from Death Row to the electric chair. For some, it is a place of despair, of anger, of desperate bargaining, and of failing hope. For some it is an opportunity for quiet reflection. For a very few, it is the anteroom of reprieve.
This is the Yellow Mile. It connects the Cancer Center, where doctors and patients huddle and ponder, with the Infusion Room, where toxic fluids are administered to the hopeful and the hopeless alike, while they wait for their pardons to come through.
The far end is dark with doubt, and green with hope. Though they may be surrounded by family and friends, down this hallway patients walk alone.