Uncovering the truth behind my father’s tragic end
I was the “stranger” at my father’s bedside. Shortly after his 84th birthday, my father fell and landed in the hospital with a split scalp. His metastatic prostate cancer was an incidental finding, and superimposing this wildly invasive tumor on his Parkinson’s-compromised body marked his first steps onto his death path.
I came to my father’s final illness as his daughter, a doctor, and a clinical bioethicist. While I was unable …
