Before my father’s diagnosis, I shadowed Dr. Cook while he attempted to explain that strength. I watched him speak to patients admitted from hospices and nursing homes. Often they had no contact with their families, and were left ill and confused. His voice was always understanding. His hands were always willing to hold theirs. He told me that sometimes compassion is all you can offer a patient. I never truly understood what he meant, until there was nothing else I could offer my
Before my father’s diagnosis, I shadowed Dr. Cook while he attempted to explain that strength. I watched him speak to patients admitted from hospices and nursing homes. Often they had no contact with their families, and were left ill and confused. His voice was always understanding. His hands were always willing to hold theirs. He told me that sometimes compassion is all you can offer a patient. I never truly understood what he meant, until there was nothing else I could offer my