This article is part of the following series: Chronic living
A Wednesday in May 2017, Vienna, Austria
The door opens. Behind it is Frau Schöbel, a tiny woman in her early seventies.[1] Through her glasses, her eyes are piercing. Her lipstick is impeccable and matched to the scarf tied around her neck.
Frau Schöbel is one of the people I met on the dialysis unit at the City hospital …