We forget to ask patients what their goals are
Mr. Dwyer isn’t my patient, but today I’m covering for my partner in our family practice office, so he’s been slipped into my schedule.
Reading his chart, I have an ominous feeling that this visit won’t be simple.
A tall, lanky man with an air of quiet dignity, Mr. Dwyer is eighty-eight. His legs are swollen, and merely talking makes him short of breath.
He suffers from both congestive heart failure and renal …