Driving in the dark to a South Jordan funeral home. Batman robe framed in a shadowbox. When I saw him alive last week, I told him he was charming, and he said, “Why, thank you.” Arrest at dinner on Christmas Eve. Now he is a pale body, cushingoid cheeks. I wait for him to breathe.
Year Created: 2020
Hospice, Literature by Katie Gradick, MD
Katie Gradick, MD
Pediatric Hospice and Palliative Medicine Fellow
Writing about moments of connection and sweetness with hospice and palliative patients helps her find meaning and gratitude in her work.
Voices from the Residents:
2020, "Hospice"
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