One day.

It happened about a year ago. There was a woman in her mid sixties, just ordinary patient with complaints of digestive problems. She had not visited a doctor for problem because she feared that something very bad (better>serious) would be found (or discovered). She had decided to undergo a medical examination, maybe her symptons had worsened. 
Almost as soon as I took a look at the monitor of the ultrasound, I found out (saw) that her stomach was affected by cancer. So, I had to be the first person who would tell her about the disease. It is always unpleasant to say such things, though it is necessary. Of course, it was only a suspicion, not a final diagnosis. However, she did not seem very surprised. I made the description of the examination (made the appropriate notes in her chart?) and gave her the referral for a gastroscopy. To tell the truth, I had almost no doubt that the stage of her disease was advanced.
The next day I was very busy and when I went out of my office, I saw the (same) women sitting beside the reception desk (or in the reception area), waiting for me. She told me that she had wanted me to allocate a little time for her. Unfortunately, I was really busy because I had a patient in my office. So I told her that she would have to wait almost an hour before I would be free.
Soon after I had finished my work, I went out of (left) my office but couldn't find the woman again. I asked the administrator if she knew why the woman wanted to see me. The administrator told me that this patient had my diagnosis confirmed and she had come to say goodbye (?). She couldn't wait for me and and left a small book in a limp binding, printed on a cheap paper. There were Laozi sayings and Russian proverbs, similar according to meaning in that book. She found them and published her book with her personal (her own) money, but nobody wanted to buy it. So, her decision was to give them away. If I had known why she had visited me again, I'd have allocated time to talk to her. However, nothing could be done. It was really such a pity.
I tried to call her but nobody answered that day. I tried to call again during the next days (or the following days), but nobody (ever) answered... ("no one" sounds a little better here, atleast I think so)

Again, I will tell you that you write very well, and I will thank you for sharing the story. I hope you kept the book!