“What do you mean he has cancer?” said Mrs. Client, frowning, as I handed her adorable ball of fluff back to her. Fluff-ball had been staying with us at the clinic for a month. For radiation therapy. Which treats cancer. “Err….ahhh…ummm…” I start stammering. This is the first time I have met Fluff-ball’s Mum, as another (very capable) clinician did the initial consult and treatment plan. He had her sign the consent form for radiation therapy and boarding. Pay the sizeable