Palliative care: My moral grounds were shaken and my beliefs challenged
A cup of black coffee — such an ordinary request. Behind this request is a mother of a dying son, who due to financial restraints, has slept on the same hospital recliner chair and eaten the same oatmeal and mashed potatoes made from a water kettle every day for months. What can we offer when there is no more chemotherapy, what can we do to alleviate this mother’s struggle? A …
Palliative care: My moral grounds were shaken and my beliefs challenged
