What would you expect?
Monday, November 30th, 2009Natalie was moved to ICU on Sunday night, June 3, 2007, after an emergency episode with her blood pressure. On Monday morning I met her oncologist, and first impressions were not good. Until that moment, I had not heard the word “hospice” used in regard to her prognosis.
“She doesn’t want to be here. She wants to go home,” he said. What I heard was, “Get her out of here; she’s wasting my time.”
From his detached position, he could see that the end was near and providing for her comfort was not the hospital’s job. They had plenty of patients who might yet respond to their ministrations. I, on the other hand, refused to see the hopelessness of the situation that stared me in the face.
