"My father was lucky. He got back most of his functioning after the brain bleed, although he can play table tennis only while sitting down and can no longer go outside by himself because he is a fall risk. The doctors are pleased with the outcome, but I’m dismayed with the process.
When the residents gave my father a stroke diagnosis, I needed someone to serve as an unbiased interpreter of the evidence, to recognize my knowledge of this particular patient and to ask about our values and goals. I needed someone to acknowledge that we faced a hard decision, that there were no guarantees and that it was ultimately our choice. Health-care systems can and must do a better job."
They said my dad was having a stroke. I wish I had been able to handle it better. - The Washington Post
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