His dimly lit room is quiet except for the hum of the monitor. “Mr. L” is alone, lying flat on his back in a slightly inclined bed, eyes squeezed shut, hands raised in the air as immobile fists. He has not spoken in weeks. He has not moved much voluntarily, aside from the hand positions that are reminiscent of his passion for boxing. The medical team calls it catatonia, …
Guardianship and hospice care fail dying patients
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