An unmerciful endBMJ 2001; 323 doi: https://doi.org/10.1136/bmj.323.7306.217 (Published 28 July 2001) Cite this as: BMJ 2001;323:217
- R H Soper, general practitioner
- Bury St Edmunds
I was doing my visits when the surgery telephoned me. Ambulance Control had called—a crew were attending an 82 year old woman who had collapsed—would I go? Three weeks before, Phyllis had had a coronary event; she was treated at home by one of my partners and was doing quite well. Her daughter Diane had called to make some lunch. For the first time since she was ill, Phyllis said she would have some pudding. As she ate, she suddenly clutched her chest, gasped, gazed at her daughter, and died, falling from her chair. Diane, in her anxiety, did what most people would probably do—telephoned the emergency services.
As I drove into the quiet little cul de sac of terraced council houses, I saw, there at the end and occupying …