Fillers A lesson learnt

A view from the other side

BMJ 1998; 316 doi: (Published 02 May 1998) Cite this as: BMJ 1998;316:1395
  1. Kate Walters, general practitioner
  1. London

    It was five years ago this month, we were all huddled in a corner of a draughty relatives' room talking in hushed whispers as seemed to befit our presence in the stark clinical surroundings. My grandfather was lying grey and struggling for breath in a bed on the ward outside. It was a weekend and I had rushed down to see him for what we all knew would be the last time. My grandmother was there with my mother and aunt. They knew that he was dying and yet wanted to be given some hope to hang on to. No one seemed to know anything about what was happening to him and their timid attempts at finding out from the nursing staff had got nowhere. With some …

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