Hospice

Evan Ou, MS4 at UCSD SOM

“What does that mean? Is that where you’re sending me to die?”

I sat there motionless. Mute.

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His greatest concern

Anonymous

I met Bill in the pre-op area an hour before he was scheduled to undergo a ten-hour, complex surgery. This young man, only 35 years old, had been in and out of the hospital for cancer treatment for the last six months. They had removed more and more of him each time. He had holes coming out of his abdomen for his urine, and for his feces. Continue reading “His greatest concern”

Glenda

Evan Ou, MS4 at UCSD SOM

She never missed a beat. The silver-haired lady sitting directly in front of me waved her hand back and forth to the rhythm of our music, keeping perfect time. She may not have realized it, but she was conducting our string quartet. Her name was Glenda, and she had attended every one of our performances at Marlinda Convalescent Hospital. Continue reading “Glenda”