ethics in healthcare

the doctor card

It was Wednesday evening when I walked into my home to find my 6-foot-2-inch 15-year-old son, Avery, sitting on the living room couch and sobbing, his head hanging down. I had just spent the last half-hour driving to and from a gym, while he caught a ride home with his basketball coach.

no better reason

It was still winter and she had recently been admitted to hospital for the flu. This past season the flu, which usually just kills sickly babies and old people, was killing healthy young adults. She was still in her twenties, but nowhere near healthy.