Anchoring bias killed my father inside a stroke center
“Eighty-six-year-old man dies of a stroke.”
It is the kind of sentence medicine writes cleanly, almost mercifully, as though a life can be folded into a diagnosis and quietly filed away. I have read sentences like that in charts, discharge summaries, death certificates. But this time, the man was my father.
His name was Herbert Nelson. Herb. Herbie. Brother Nelson. Elder Nelson. Mr. Nelson. Daddy.
He did not die alone in some forgotten …
Anchoring bias killed my father inside a stroke center
