We Will Become Silhouettes

"I became a surgeon finally. I got the good hands, as ballplayers say. But I was so good I scared myself silly. I'd open up some poor bastards belly and know he was going to die. I'd operate and know the cancer or tumor would come back but I'd send them off home with a smile and a lot of bullshit. Some poor broad comes in and I slice off one tit. A year later she's back and I slice off the other tit. A year after that, I scoop out her insides like you scoop the seeds out of a cantaloupe. After all that she dies anyway. Meanwhile husbands keep calling up and asking, 'What do the tests show? What do the tests show?'"