Speaker 1: Serious doctors of rendid what was the worst reaction happy
in a psychopathic way or sad that you have ever
gotten from telling someone their loved one her slash will die.
Told her elderly patient that as lung cancer had metastasized
to his brain and we weren't going to pursue further treatment.
I asked if he wanted help telling his family, and
he said he's lived a good life and wanted to
go on a fishing trip with justice son and he
would tell him. Then had to hold back the tears
on that one. A father who had just found out
his son had died from an overdose calmly went and
sat in one of our empty rooms. He told Arend
to admit him, because if I go home tonight, the
family will have two funerals to plan. After a mandatory
seventy two hour hold in, Psyche was released with a
few new meds.
Speaker 2: Which he used to kill himself.
Speaker 1: Explained to her husband that after his wife was struck
by a car crossing the street, there was significant bleeding
in her abdomen. Despite my operative attempt, his wife died
on the table. I was very sorry for his loss.
He nodded and asked, okay, thanks, When do you think
she will be ready to go home? He completely blocked
out everything I said. So many traumatic events it is
hard to recall all the details. Ought to pick one,
but this one was different. No Traumano emergency. We told
this friendly guy out his diagnosis that will kill him
soon weeks to months. Then asked to we should talk
to or who can be his guardian? He only had
his boss from his recent job, no family, no friends.
He was all alone. His boss visited once early on.
I thought about that a lot, still do. So here's
a weird one that stuck with me. Had a patient
in his fifties die in a single room on the
ward while surrounded by his Portuguese family, mostly women, wife.
Speaker 2: Sisters, in laws, all in their forties.
Speaker 1: At least we knew he was deteriorating and had no
plans to resuscitate if and when he died. A few
days into his admission, he passes away while the family
were visiting. I get called in by the nurse to
confirm the death, and every one in the room is
completely silent in watching me. I confirm what they already know,
and everyone just mobs me, hugging me, kissing my hands,
kissing my cheeks, and thanking me profusely for looking after
their relative. Not what I was expecting at all. It
was like a sudden collective release of tension in the room. Somehow,
I think they were just relieved he wasn't suffering anymore.
Urdoc Here told wife her husband had a huge hemihagic stroke,
unlikely to wake up, screams, sobs, collapsing, then crushing chest pains.
Now she's my patient too. Plus tro Po nim Echo
Cath showed she developed Tacotsu Bogardi of myopathy acker broken
heart syndrome. Right in front of me, I was a
corpsman working an empty response to a car craf and
a Jude's twin brother was the one who was dying
in a ditch after having the top of his head
ripped and half by the top of the car. The
surviving twin looked like his soul was was gone, like
everything in his life was meaningless. That's the best way
I could put it. The rest of the family and
friends were all distraught and crying, but he looked like
he was going to drop dead from grief. The patient
was diagnosed with a very aggressive form of brain cancer.
He was attending college far from where he grew up
and was accompanied by his best friend since his family
was so far away.
Speaker 2: While telling him the options.
Speaker 1: For treatment and expected prognosis, his body said, so if
you die, can I have your stereo? The patient laughed
pretty hard and cursed him out. Had a patient who
was flown in from far away with a nonsurvivable accidental burn.
The only family member at the hospital was an adult child,
who had a very appropriate response when I told them shock, disbelief, sadness, denial, etc.
The patient's spouse was still at home bows away. I
called the spouse and told them about the nature of
the burn, the need to get to the hospital, are
sap to say goodbyes, etc. The response was okay, thank
you doctor. Most people are frantic, but this person was
completely calm and more concerned about getting the house cleaned up.
The patient surprisingly made it through the night, and the
family brought the spouse to the hospital the next morning.
I was able to talk to the spouse and realized
that when the patient left the house with the paramedics,
the spouse knew that there was no way the patient
would survive. I was just confirming what they already knew
that they were losing their partner of almost forty years.
They seemed more concerned about the house because they just
couldn't bear to look at the footprints burned into the
carpet anymore. Was still a student at the time on
a rotation in the ICU. We were on morning rounds
and had just finished discussing a patient that had passed
away the night before, and it turns out the family
hadn't been informed yet, So of course the family shows
up to check on their loved one and has to
be given the sad news in front of a large
group of vogling residents and students. In my opinion, they
were also informed in quite a cold and clinical way,
the word expired being used in the lieu of a
softer descriptive and just an overall absence of compassion. The
son proceeded to lose his mind. He started yelling, threatening staff,
and eventually ended up punching and chattering a computer screen
and had to be removed by security. Honestly, I don't
blame him. Bess was talking with the family matriarch, strong
business woman whose children had taken over several businesses in
the town very rich, influential family. We originally admitted her
as a stroke, but on further a view found multiple
brain metastasis. Family wanted everything done. This was a mentally
alert woman who at ninety four they wanted to have
Chimo and seray. I discussed her options with her, including
no aggressive treatment. She elected for this. She went into
hospice and died peacefully. A few months later. She asked
what I would do, having just gone through this with
my grandmother and grandfather the year before. I gave her
both sides of the story, doing everything and buying a
few months, but dealing with surgery and illness, or just
pursuing comfort measures. I think she was happy with the decision.
I think the family was upset with me forgiving her
that option. Child with congenital elupus family had refused most treatments.
Kid was on twenty four over seven dialysis and needed
a kidney. We told parents that without the kidney transplant.
Speaker 2: Their child would die.
Speaker 1: They told us they had faith their child would live
without the kidney.
Speaker 2: Parents were wrong. Nurse here I work ikuso.
Speaker 1: When I have to phone someone to tell them their
loved one status has changed or they have passed its
generally traumatic and unexpected, as compared to say, a palliative
unit where families know it's coming. I had a patient
who was not interbated, rare in I COUP and just
a genuinely nice guy. I talked to him most of
my night shift about his family, life, etc. I came
back from my break at three am and I hear
my break relief partner yelling get the crash cut. I
had a bad feeling about this guy, so I kind
of expected this, but obviously the family did not. Calling
his son to say you need to pick up your
mother and get here as soon as possible was hard enough,
but calling him back to say I'm so sorry, but
despite our best efforts, your father did not make it
was awful. This is a grown man. I heard his
phone drop to the floor and he started sobbing to
his wife and muttering incoherently between sobs. I didn't know
if he was going to pick up the phone again,
so I stayed on the line to listen for a
little bit.
Speaker 2: Heartbreaking.
Speaker 1: I work in I COUP, so I often have to
tell families bad news. Use The most recent memory was
a daughter telling me this must be the hardest part
of your job. I was taken back just because despite
the tragedy she was enduring, she still had the ability
to empathize with what I also had to do. Your
ninety five year old aunt is dying of lung cancer.
There was a sudden emotional disproportionate amount of grief from
her nephew, whom, from what I understood, was not that
attached to his aunt. He was also her closest living relation.
It's just not fair. I pause and let him continue speaking.
Micey Empty is frowning, not really understanding where the conversation
is now going.
Speaker 2: Bravely plowing on.
Speaker 1: With the conversation, mice Empty continues the dialogue through its
pre planned route. It could be days or weeks. She's
currently got a very good appetite. Her nephew isn't really listening.
Speaker 2: He interjects. She chain smoked.
Speaker 1: You know funny, isn't it how you can smoke fifty
cigarettes a day and nothing happens until you're almost one hundred.
My wife never smoked. His voice trails off, my stomach
does an uncomfortable twist. I look at my CYMT, who's
looking at me, like, what on earth is he talking about?
I don't blame her. You know, she started smoking after
husband died. She was one of the factory workers in
w W two. She was so close to her husband.
They never had any children. But I asked her not
to smoke around my wife. Why castle you know it
killed him. Finally, it's dawning on my c empt in myself, Sir,
did your wife die of lung cancer? His eyes swell
with tears, and we are both trying to be as
professional as possible to not also start crying. It turned
out the second hand smoke exposure had caused his wife
to pass away several years ago from lung cancer, as
they had allowed his aunt to live with them after
his uncle passed away.
Speaker 2: His wife had.
Speaker 1: Never smoked in her life, and we were totally unprepared
for the raw.
Speaker 2: Angry grief.
Speaker 1: He had so obviously pent up at his aunt for
indirectly killing the love of his life.
Speaker 2: That I think was the.
Speaker 1: Most It's difficult breaking bad news I've ever had to do.
Slash help to do, mostly because it was completely unexpected
and he was so aw, angry, inconsolable about his wife.
Lesson learned smoking isn't worth it, and it's not just
about you.
Speaker 2: I was a med.
Speaker 1: Student in a case where an eleven year old child
suddenly died during a routine orthopedic procedure for a broken arm.
There were about twenty family members there with balloons and stuff.
When the surgeon told them the news, they all started
screaming and scattered, running in different directions around the hospital.
One of them started clawing at me like a zombie.
Definitely one of the most disturbing things I've ever witnessed.
Diagnosed a patient with cancer. Loved one said that he
was happy because he was always in the shadow of
his brother and this would even out the playing field.
He even did a little dance. Worst part, he was
in the same room as his brother, who heard.
Speaker 2: Everything being blamed.
Speaker 1: This lady was visiting the area with her friends when
she began having heavy fatal bleeding. I told the patient
that it is always concerning when a post menopausal women
has bleeding. Furthermore, she had copious necrotic tumor falling out
of her uterus as well. I told her that until
the pathologist looks at it under the microscope, we won't
know foreshore, but this is concerning for cancer. Long story short,
it takes days for the final read to come back,
but she stabilized and went home in the meantime. Unfortunately,
the pathology came back as a rare and aggressive form
of cancer. I was no longer involved in her care,
but was sorry to hear about the diagnosis. As a courtesy,
I called her to make sure she had all the
information and had what she needed before going to see
the gin oncologist. She tells me, oh, I thought you
were calling to apologize. I'll never forget you telling me
that you think I have cancer. It's part of the
stages of grief, denial, anger, etc.
Speaker 2: But still it.
Speaker 1: Hurt that I went out of my way to check
in on her and she responded with so much anger
and blame. True, until we have a diagnosis, we can't
say if it is ex or y, which I told her,
but we owe it to the patients when we have
a serious concern that we have to.
Speaker 2: Share that info with them. Anything less is unethical.
Speaker 1: Thankfully I wasn't the only one in the room, but
we spent three hours on and off explaining to a
family that we couldn't transfer their deceased child to another hospital.
I think they believed the kid was in a vegetative state,
and that we just gave up on them instead of
the reality that their kid was dead. When I was
a pediatric's resident working in the neonatal intensive care unit,
a set of twins were delivered way too early. The
parents had already given names to Twin A and Twin B.
They both survived delivery, but Twin B died overnight. When
we broke the terrible news to them, they were appropriately devastated,
But the thing that always struck me as weird is
what they did next. They decided to switch names so
that the twin load had the name they liked more.
I often think back on the twin that died and
how sad that all was. Patient was told she had
breast cancer. Happiest day of her life, chronic hypochondriac in
the ear daily. The smile on her face when she
found out she was actually sick was horrifying. Nursing assistant,
so I am a bit down the chain of command,
but still relevant. Had this Lithanian couple come into the head,
couldn't speak a word English. They'd come on one last
holiday before their baby came, except they were rushed straight
off the plane into an ambulance as the woman had
severe abno cramps and heavy bleeding. The doctor had to
translate that the baby had died. I will honestly never
forget those screams for the rest of my career, like
blood curdling, pure heart broken screams for both of them. Honestly,
the whole day, every single staff member just was so
shaken and upset. And it's not like we've never had
people die for even kids die, but I don't know,
just the sheer, pure heartbreak they were destroyed was not
really that bad. But while I was talking a house
through termination of resuscitation stopping CPR, they kept trying to
justify the termination by asking if they come back, they
would be brained dead, right, And they kept asking despite
multiple politary directs about how the patient was still in
assistol despite our interventions and was most certainly not coming back. Eventually,
it got to the point where I gently but somewhat
firmly had to say for us to worry about the
part being brain dead, they need to stop being dead
dead and that's not going to happen. Fortunately, a close
friend was un scene and they will help get that
message through. I was at a delivery where both mom
and baby were having problems. As we were saving baby,
the your team was trying to save mom.
Speaker 2: We did, they didn't.
Speaker 1: As we were leaving with baby to the nakou, the
r doc was telling Dad and his family that his
wife didn't make it. He saw his baby and asked
when mom could begin breast feeding. Grandma fell to the
floor crying, but Dad just had this look like he
was just waking up and not hearing what was going on.
Speaker 2: Seeing him visit the nakup was just so sad.
Speaker 1: You could see him trying to hold it all in
while visiting his baby. One of my patients had squaremus
sell carcinomer in situ on his lip that I caught
early and was actually removed entirely in the biases. We
still wanted him to get topical chemotherapy on the area
to make extra sure we got everything For those unaware,
it's like a lotion and mostly only has local skin
side effects. It was actually good news, but I wanted
to reinforce that he's at a higher risk of developing
new cancers and it's possible that his children have the
same genetic predisposition, so he needs to make sure he
and his kids need to be using sunscreen and lip
balm with sunscreen eaten plus six months followed up. He
was a native Spanish speaker, but his English seemed above average,
so I didn't want to use a translator if I
didn't have to work well. Judging from the years and
how upset he was, I guess I misjudged his English skills.
Speaker 2: He did a good.
Speaker 1: Job at picking up the buzzwords. He heard cancer, more cancer, chemotherapy,
and his children have a higher chance of getting cancer,
but he missed all the important context. He thought was
going to die and his kids were two. I quickly
got a translator and explained everything again. He was still
distraught over the emotional roller coaster moments ago, but he
understood what was going on. So my worst reaction was
the wrong reaction, because I fricked up. Deputy here, I've
been to quite a few deaths, and I've only.
Speaker 2: Seen one that was happy.
Speaker 1: The husband was a lifetime alcoholic and was on hospice
for various related illnesses. When we arrived, he was door.
She told us he went to go to the bathroom,
gasped and literally dropped dead. She was at first sad
the more she talked about him, we could tell he
was a real bastard. She pretty much couldn't make a
move without him. He wouldn't let the grand kids come over,
and they lived next door. When the funeral home came
to collect the body, they had difficulty getting him loaded up.
The wife remarked, even dead, he still finds a way
to be a pain. I couldn't help, but Grinwencey said it.
Previous nursing assistant on a respiratory ward elderly male patient
decided to willingly arpt out of respiratory support machine lovely man.
His time inevitably came around six hours later, early in
the morning. His granddaughter, young girl around mid twenties, the
only family member in the hospital of the time, was
so devastated she climbed into the bed with him and
wouldn't leave the ward endless, crying, shrieking, and asking for
her granddad to wake up. Heartbreaking stuff, stuff, and doctors
tried to coerce her to take some time outside, but
she wouldn't leave the bed if Eventually the rest of
the family arrived and talked her out, but took a
good few hours. Male patient mid to late twenties heavy
drug user meningitis coded at about three am. His ex
wife recently so I think, and mother were there. The
mother started crying, but the ex wife just fricking exploded.
Her face just kind of broke. She kept screaming and
crying while rotating positions, lying in the ground, pushing against
the nurses station, sitting while grabbing her head, kneeling while
grabbing me. Eventually, the mom couldn't handle it, had a
hypertensive crisis, and we sent her to the edition. The
ex wife just got sort of catatonic and followed her there.
The worst thing is that if you weren't hearing her screams,
it would have looked kind of funny. After that, I
never had trouble breaking the news to a family. Also,
don't try to take superflax sin without water. I still
remember the taste excuse. The badding told a husband that
his wife, suffering with severe Alsheimer's was unlikely to survive
an episode of pneumonia, but that we would be giving
intravencentybiotics and fluids. He begged us not to, saying that
her quality of life was awful and that we don't
make animals live through In stage disease and suffer the
way she was suffering. Obviously, without an advanced care plan
in place, there was nothing we could do except continue
to initially give maximum medical therapy.
Speaker 2: It was pretty harrowing.
Speaker 1: I don't want to say I've seen any which way
someone can react, because I'll see one in a month
or a year.
Speaker 2: I never thought I.
Speaker 1: Would see had a sixty plus Why Slashoman a few
weeks ago come to the YED for abdominal pain and
court found a ten center me to massen his pancreas.
Always had a smile on his face, joked with me
while he was in the hospital. Thank myself and my
resident team every time I was in the room or
walked by and he called me in for our help.
It it's amazing how some people feel a sense of
calm when you try to hold back your own emotions
when telling someone they likely have seen their last Christmas.
Saw six seven family members in a room when Grandpa
slash Dad was coding take different routes, one in the
corner crying, one in the corner just starring at compressions,
one trying to fight the chaplain, and one refusing to
leave the bedside while screaming at dad to live.
Speaker 2: He didn't make it.
Speaker 1: As a resident in the IKU, we had a thirty
something male code around zero five zero zero brought him
back after about thirty minutes or so. Problem was he
started to code after about thirty minutes, compressions and another
round of EP, and he would come back just to
do it all over again. With each code overhead, the
family would just stand up, walk outside and sit on
chairs they brought outside the room. No emotion, no tears,
just had this look that he came back before and
will again. My attending in house was an old their
fourthcrid care doc, and told the family after five cycles
of visit was torture to continue.
Speaker 2: They disagreed.
Speaker 1: I signed out to the oncoming resident and heard they
finally let him die around eleven hundred. In my state,
we have to wait forty eight hours after deciding to
withdraw care. After a few days, the patient's wife of
fifty plus years decided to withdraw care. She couldn't help
but feel she was killing her husband. He had a
previous surgery to remove a lung, and his one remaining
lung had terrible pneumonia that wasn't improving. He went into
touch and died two hours before we were to remove
the tube. I have never seen a weightlifted off a
family member like this since when she told me, he
knew I couldn't do it, so he did it himself.
The one I will never forget is the withdrawal of
care of a seventeen year old. He was driving home
from football, practiced with his little brother and flipped his car.
He had at b and never regained consciousness. Didn't have
a scratch. The dad was a mess, but then thanked
us for our care and respect after about four days.
I will never forget the hatred and look them on
gave any medical staff in that room. I never heard
her say one word. We were the team who couldn't
and wouldn't save her son. She walked out. When we
brought up organ donation, my second branch as a resident
was on a brain dead seventeen year old so we
could see how good his lungs were for donation. The
organ donation group sent me a letter a month later
thanking me for my service. It stated the approximate age
of each organ recipient, what organ they received, and what
their hobbies are. I have that letter framed and hanging
up in my house. I was working the burn unit.
Guy comes in in VC head on collision. The other
driver was wasted and crossed lanes. His wife was killed
in the crash. Every time he woke up he asked
where his wife was, and he had to be told.
He would just start saying forty two years and sobbing.
I can't imagine what it was like for that guy,
having to remember every single time you wake up. He
was in a lot of pain, ak a lots of delauded,
which contributed to his confusion. Slowly over time it sank
in very heartbreaking to watch empty. Here had a few
of these, but the worst was one I observed indirectly.
Speaker 2: We had a young woman in.
Speaker 1: Her twenties killed instantly in a high speed collision, same
old story car versus tree the tree. One girl was
alone in the car, cold November night, sad way to die.
The crash was so bad that we thought we should
have the car towed back to the firehouse so the
FD could do the extrication behind closed doors. We figured
she'd just come apart when the car was pulled away
from her, but she stayed together mostly and they loaded
her into our ambulance to go to the hospital to
pronounce her. We were only basic E empties and pronouncement
wasn't in our protocols. We get to the air and
park up front outside of the base, usually reserved for
ambulances to back up into. No need to take up
space with an already obviously dead patient. One of the
ear docs came out to the ambulance and pronounced her
there and told us to sit tight. The family was coming.
Apparently all they'd been told was that their daughter had
been in an accident and that they needed to get
to the hospital right away. So we sat in the
ambulance with the dead girl under a sheet. She was
only a few years older than me, and I knew
her vaguely from around town.
Speaker 2: It was weird.
Speaker 1: A pickup truck comes screaming into the air parking lot
a few minutes later, and a man and a woman
about my parents' age come tumbling out before it even
stops and go running into the earth the parents. A
few minutes later, the lights in the family waiting room,
which is right across the sidewalk from our ambulance, come on,
and a nurse brings the parents in. We can't hear anything,
but we can see the exchange.
Speaker 2: Have a seat, please, the doctor will be right with you.
Speaker 1: She leaves and closes the door, and we see the
parents alone, terrified at what's to come. The mother is
wringing her hands and pacing. The father is standing stiff
and stoic. This is going to be bad. We can
see the doc who pronounced her coming down the hall
with a nurse and a social worker in tow. He
gets to the door, hesitates a second, straightens his tie,
and turns to the women with him. We can't hear him,
of course, but we knew he said ready. He opens
the door and the parents whip around. We see him
introduce himself and give the short speech I'm sorry to
tell you this, but your daughter died at the scene
of the accident.
Speaker 2: The mother melted.
Speaker 1: I've never seen a human just dissolved like that, like
her bones had suddenly.
Speaker 2: Turned to jelly.
Speaker 1: The father caught her before she hit the floor, and
he looked like he'd been hit with a sack of
cement and the gut. He doubled over but held on
to her, got her to the couch, and we just
sat there watching this horrible silent playing out in front
of us. It felt crappy to intrude on their private moment,
and we talked about it in the cab of the ambulance.
In a way, we felt like part of that family,
at least for the short time that we took care
of their daughter. We treated her body with as much
respect as we could. We carefully transported her to the
hospital so there would be no further damage, and we
kept her safe while they were en route, and we
made sure she was never alone. That was nearly forty
years ago, and that girl has been dead twice as
long as she was alive. I think about her and
that night every once in a while, and now that
I'm a father of kids, about that age, it's too
painful to bear. That was only one of hundreds of
accidents I responded to over Miyans and fire fighting career,
and it wasn't even the worst one, but it was
the one that had the most impact on me, and
I often wonder how that poor family coped with it.
The ones that really stick out are the people who
take the news with quiet. Dignis had one patient present
with dermata myersitis. Twenty percent of people with this have
an underlying malignancy. I told the patient and family this
and asked if they wanted to look. They said yes,
did a court scan showed multifficult tumor burden in the
lover biases showed pancreatic adennecus in oma. Unfortunately, so Metz
to the livery quill stage four. Broke the news to
the patient and her family and her response was, thank
you for telling me. That must have been really hard
for you to do. Pancreatic adenacus Inoma seems to always
take the most gentle people. I'm pretty late to the party.
But my sister is Innaren, who used to work in
a nursing home. She told me a story of how
an elderly woman and her husband lived in the nursing
home together and had been married for fifty plus years.
They were practically attached at the hip. He was in
poor health and she was a nurse for a long
time before retiring. One day in the cafeteria, he had
a massive heart attack while they were eating, and she
was begging the nurses to help her save him, but
the guy had at n R and there was nothing
the nurses could do but let him pass. The worst
part was that she, being a former nurse, tried her
best to give him CPR, but she was far too
weak to.
Speaker 2: Help anything work. Ooo.
Speaker 1: Boy, this is one of my favorite stories to tell
my trainees.
Speaker 2: TL doctor.
Speaker 1: I saw pretty much all the emotions and stages of
grief in one fifteen minute session. I was a second
year resident in family medicine doing a Naiku rotation in
a pretty big Cities downtown major hospital. One night, we
admitted a guy with sickle cell who developed a cute
chest syndrome and decompensated quickly. That night, we worked to
stabilize him and he held on okay. I told the family,
if his lungs hold up, there's a chance he could
do okay. I went home post call and came back
to him in multi system failure, lungs giving out with
essentially nothing left to do. The attendings loved to have
US Navy family met docs do the talk with families.
We must have been good at it since I knew
the family already. They were ecstatic to have me back
and said you're up. I took a second year medicine
resident with me to get a feel for the process,
and the attending took us to the family room to talk.
There was about twenty thirty family members there, or lages
and types. The poem was his daughter, who didn't know
him too well but was the closest relative. As parents
and wife had already passed. I started to tell them
the news. That thing I had mentioned about the lungs
holding out, well, unfortunately they aren't any more, and nothing
else is either. The four medicines to keep his heart
pumping won't work much longer. We need to talk about
what to do, they said, for the plug, and I said, yes, maybe.
The handful of young girls that weren't the poe all
started crying. One actually took off, running and screaming down
the hall. The men in their teens and twenties started
swearing under their breath and congregated in the corner, still
wearing daggers at me. And I'm sure planning on how
to make sure the same thing happened to me as
their family member. I'm guessing around any other resident and
attending sunk into the room, kind of like Homer through
the shrub. Because I was by myself for the rest
of the event, I tried getting the daughter to make
a decision reasonably. She couldn't, so she kicked me over
to one of his cousins. The middle aged folk were arguing,
each with their own opinion and knowing everyone.
Speaker 2: Else was wrong.
Speaker 1: No one could agree except that I was wrong and
I didn't know what I was talking about, and I
liked to them the other night. They eventually punted to
the next generation. His aunt was there with a few
older folks sitting.
Speaker 2: In a corner.
Speaker 1: She was far more reserved and realized the situation and
came to terms with it pretty quickly. She thought it
was best not to let him suffer, so tried convincing
the daughter to sign the paper, but the daughter couldn't
bring herself to do it and started crying. After a
few minutes more chatting, crying, and arguing, another I had
not seen yet started parsillotizing, I just had a talk
with brother Ben the other day about this exact thing.
He knew he was in bad shape and soon he
would get to go back to Jesus. It was apparently
the family's pastor, and he started preaching. With each sentence,
another person joined this circle around me, the poet and
the preacher, until every.
Speaker 2: One was back. With each mention of Ben and Jesus.
Speaker 1: There was another amen or Hallelujia, until every one was
yelling the joys of God. Finally the daughter said, yes,
lets do it, to a resounding praise Jesus. We signed
the papers. After about fifteen minutes of all this, I
found the other two docks in the corner. The other resident,
bug Eiden, quiet in the hall. The intensive care attending
of over twelve years, said well, that's the craziest thing
I've ever seen. And I know he had seen a
lot already that I cou was crazy. And I have
quite a few other stories from just a month there