The imaginary line between doctor and patient is truly precarious
As I sat in my hospice interdisciplinary group meeting, reviewing the many patients who have died in the past two weeks as well as our new patients, there was a slight break in the discussion. Being ever the multitasker, I clicked on a New York Times article I had been meaning to read and scanned the first two sentences: “When my husband died from cancer last March at age 37, …
The imaginary line between doctor and patient is truly precarious


















