"Ruth?" Anna Goldberg stood at the bottom of the stairs. "Ruth? Come down here."
"Yeah Mom." Ruth's voice sounded from her room. "What?"
"Come down here. We need to talk. I'll be in the kitchen."
Anna waited, listening to her daughter as she made her way noisily downstairs.
Ruth looked at the diagrams and medical texts on the kitchen table. "Mom! Do we have to do this?"...