By David Gershan
“I spoke to your nurse. She said you’re not appropriate for hospice care,” I explained to the patient over the hum of her oxygen concentrator.
She glared at me.
“Let me fix this for you.” I put the nasal cannula tubes back in her nostrils. “Talk to me, Mrs. Stenson. Do you want to die?”
She assured me she didn’t.
“I understand you have some pain and weakness in your legs, and that you’ve been diagnosed with—”
“You don’t get it,” she snapped. “I need to be on hospice. It’s the only way I’ll get my children to visit me.”
Oh dear! I hope my kids would visit me before I got to that point!
So true!
How sad, but I’m I know there is a lot of truth in your story.
Poignant!
Punchy twist – nicely done.