The kidney doctor sat next to Judy Garrett’s father, looking into his face, her hand on his arm. ‘There are things I can do for you,’ she told the 87-year-old man, ‘but if I do them I’m not sure you will like me very much.’
The word “death” wasn’t mentioned, but the doctor’s meaning was clear: There was no hope of recovery from kidney failure. Garrett’s father listened quietly. “I want to go home,” he said.
