KevinMD March 9, 2024
My first clinical rotation as a nursing student was on the same floor where my mother died of cancer. And my very first patient was a young Hispanic man with four children. I was asked to tell him that he had pancreatic cancer and very little time left. I was 21 years old and the only Spanish speaker on the floor – back in those days, interpretive services were rarely available.
As I told this beautiful family that they were losing their patriarch, I remember his wife beginning to cry, silently at first. Then, she fell to her knees and wailed into her hands. I looked at his children – all under the age of 7 – and felt my...
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