All the exhausted husband of my dying patient wanted was a place to rest his head | Ranjana Srivastava

If we can afford another superfluous scanner and another drug that offers no survival benefit, we can afford armchairs for relatives

In the midst of contented days, their lives are ruptured when she falls seriously ill. With her local hospital stumped, she is shipped far away to one in the city. And here, the bad news starts raining down. My team and I glumly conclude that there has hardly been a patient where so much has gone wrong so quickly.

She is an articulate professional, polite and factual. No, none of my suggestions worked. Yes, she still feels terrible. Please, can I go away but not take it personally because she hates the noise?

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