Crap.

Seriously, there was no other word. Because of course, Izzie’s enema ended up not being an enema, just like George knew, but ended up being melanoma with mets to brain and liver. And they weren’t talking odds, not to Izzie and not even to each other.

But the odds? Sucked.

And the best brain surgeon on this side of the country was. . .where ( Read more... )