A physical skeletal, sunken eyes, prominent cheekbones, a shaved head.
What appeared before my eyes was the body of a woman terminally ill with cancer.
was Russian and I met in the early days of my training by nurses.
was not old and I have a hard time believing that it was a very beautiful woman, before his illness.
In addition to the one that really struck me was the grace and gentleness of his manner, he c gradually vanished with the loss of clarity of consciousness and then.
I've never forgotten.
In a previous post I wanted to remember as a sick person the most important thing is hope.
The hope for a cure, not to suffer anymore ... life expectancy.
However, this does not apply to all patients.
Some of them live in a state of suffering that will not be awarded any recovery.
For them there is always hope, but different ... a hope of death.
I hope that those who represent us in parliament does not make it more difficult to live this hope.
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