I get into Halloween. Spend the weekend making a costume into it. My teenaged son begging me not to take the usual BART commuter train to work so as not to embarrass him into it. I
what the family wants
It was December. Mr. S was well into his 80s and had been trying to die all year. A clot in the lung here. A stop of the heart there. But his best effort to date began simply enough with a trip to the bathroom to brush his teeth. A loud thud brought his wife in to find him lying in the bathroom floor.
we practice what we believe
make it stop
The distress call came to me fourth-hand in the form of an email. The colleague of a colleague’s wife’s father wondered if I could help because the father was contemplating stopping the peritoneal dialysis his wife had been helping him do at home for the last several years.