The phone rings and the lady of the house answers, “Hello.”
“Mrs. Ward please.”
“This is she.”
“Mrs. Ward, this is Dr. Jones at the Medical Testing Center. When your doctor sent your husband’s biopsy to the center yesterday to be tested, another biopsy for another Mr. Ward was received as well and we are now uncertain which one is your husband’s. Frankly, the results are either bad or terrible.”
“What do you mean?” Mrs. Ward asks nervously.
“Well, one of the specimens tested positive for Alzheimer’s, and the other tested positive for AID’s.” “We can’t tell which one is your husband’s.”
“That’s dreadful! Can’t you do the test again?” asked Mrs. Ward.
“Normally we can, but Medicare will only pay for these tests once since they are so expensive.”
“Well, what am I supposed to do now?” asks Mrs. Ward.
“The people of Medicare suggest that you drop your husband off somewhere in the middle of town. If he finds his way home, don’t sleep with him.”