#44 A Date With an Angel
I’m an RN, and while I was a student I was caring for a lady who had end-stage renal failure, had a DNAR, and was shutting down. We were having a little chat when she stopped, looked over my shoulder and said “Bill’s here love, I’ve got to go,” and swiftly stopped breathing. Read her old notes and Bill was her deceased husband.
Credit: Jesspandapants
