It was the longest minute of silence I have ever had to endure. T was dying. I was there to listen to her tiny heartbeat and declare time of death.
I’ve been caught up in a whirlwind of do-everything and save-all, and here, very appropriately, her parents were ready to let her be. So we did.
We talk a lot about “informed consent”. Helping parents make decisions based on all available information. I’m not sure if there truly is a thing. Even on this side of the fence, where I hold all the cards. I’m still not sure how they all add up in some cases, I guess.
But some decisions are best made from the heart.
