Opinion | In Life’s Last Moments, Open a Window (Published 2018)
My hospice patients were dying, but they still longed for fresh air and birdsong. A furrowed brow and flailing arms were all we had to go on. The grimacing, the way the patient flung his head from side to side — all of it signified an unvoiced anguish. We tried talking, listening, morphine. His …
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