The mare pulled the meniscus in her knee. This left my nurse with a tough choice.
My feet hurt. To distract myself, I'm recalling my professional failures.
She was a staunch observer of sabbath. It took her death for me to appreciate why.
A hospice chaplain writes about facing pain without flinching.
Dying poses hard questions about autonomy.
Whether we're dying or living with grief, there are faithful ways to do so. Marilyn Chandler McEntyre points us in the right direction.
Not every ailment can be fixed—or should be. Atul Gawande thinks we need to talk about this.
The American hospice movement is thriving. But its growth has tended to neglect African Americans.
The emphasis on patients' rights and autonomy has been a weak remedy for medicalized death.