43,829 minutes, or a month. That’s how long I’ve been a member of the Dead Mom Club. Sorry, probably should’ve prefaced that with a trigger warning, but the gut-punch is kind of the point. “Something bad is happening,” the oh-so articulate hospitalist said through the phone before asking about “end of life decisions.” Wait, what? ... » Learn More about Forty Three Thousand Eight Hundred Twenty Nine Minutes

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