The art of pretending in medicine and family
“Do you have a key?” my grandma asks me. I hesitate and she repeats herself, “Do you have a key to this place?” She is sitting in a hospital chair behind one of those hospital tables with a tray full of hospital food in front of her. She is practically skin and bones; her shirt and pajama pants are hanging off of her. My mom is sitting on the bed, …
The art of pretending in medicine and family
