My Patient Invited Me To Her Home To Watch Her Die. What I Saw When I Arrived Gave Me Goosebumps.

There was a sudden feeling of guilt and shame when I realised I should have brought Mrs MacNeil a farewell gift. Maybe some flowers or a teddy bear. It would have been a thoughtful gesture. After all, this was going to be our final farewell.

I was making a house call to see my favourite 93-year-old patient living in a seniors residence in Toronto. We had bonded over the last few years, and it felt more like a close-knit friendship than a professional relationship.

We enjoyed joking...