When my father was diagnosed with terminal brain cancer, I made him a promise. I told him I would not let him die in a hospital.
I had been an ICU nurse for years by then. I knew what dying in a hospital looked like. The fluorescent lights. The strangers in scrubs. The machines making noise at 3 a.m. The family members standing in hallways being asked to make decisions they …
How doctors die differently than the rest of us
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