From the brink of hospice to awaiting a reading machine
It was a beautiful Monday morning in May. Yawning uncontrollably, I hopped into a Ford Hybrid with my attending and drove off to visit a patient who lived two hours away from our hospital. I woke up especially early that morning since we knew the commute would take many hours.
We drove past open fields and a few cows before pulling into a driveway of a lovely house with a cute …
From the brink of hospice to awaiting a reading machine
















