Like many people who work with the sick and the dying, I had started out wanting to comfort people, to help them with their pain and their fear. I also wanted to understand why some people seem to die “better” than others, and I hoped to take the measure of my own fear of suffering and of death.
I was thirty-nine when I started my chaplaincy training. Early on I was paged by the night nurse to sit with a woman who was in the final stages...
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