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Roberta is in the hospital, dying. Her body has been distilled to skin and skeleton and wisps of tissue; she has metastatic ovarian cancer. Thomas, her husband, sits on a bedside cot; it is where he lives and sleeps. A small table holds his pills, water glass, newspaper, Reader's Digest and two...

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Veröffentlicht in:Canadian Medical Association journal (CMAJ) 2023-02, Vol.195 (6), p.E240-E240
1. Verfasser: Rousseau, Paul
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Sprache:eng
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Zusammenfassung:Roberta is in the hospital, dying. Her body has been distilled to skin and skeleton and wisps of tissue; she has metastatic ovarian cancer. Thomas, her husband, sits on a bedside cot; it is where he lives and sleeps. A small table holds his pills, water glass, newspaper, Reader's Digest and two photographs. One is a grainy, dog-eared snapshot of his wife on their wedding day 50 years ago; the other, their dead son on his twenty-fifth birthday. He lifts the photographs from the table and traces the outlines of their faces with a trembling finger. Within minutes, her breathing becomes erratic and shallow. A soft snore escapes her lips, then, silence. I press my stethoscope to her chest; her breath and heart are quiet.
ISSN:0820-3946
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DOI:10.1503/CMAJ.221263