We’re prone to say “dementia patient” in casual conversation, even when we’re not referring specifically to someone’s medical condition or its treatment.
Her father was still alive, but she wanted to say Kaddish for him anyway.
If you walk past a Hanukah menorah set in the window of a magnificent house, it burns no brighter than that in a ramshackle one.
What we are accustomed to thinking of as mere palliative care for the patient can open up into the endeavor to find meaning and comfort. For us. Here. Now.