Alice wept in my arms as she described her father’s last days. He died of metastatic prostate cancer. She felt lighter as she shared beautiful memories of him. It will never be the same for Alice, nor will it be for me. I was running behind for my next patient, a healthy 86-year-old woman. I apologized for keeping her waiting. She did not mind; she knew I would give her ...

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