Embed from Getty Images The old man was looking forward to his daily visit from his daughter and his lady friend. At 2 p.m., the orderlies bathed and catheterized him, then put him in his diaper. For the first hour or so, he zoomed in and out of consciousness, grateful for the morphine, but frustrated that it basically put him to sleep. His loved ones sat and chatted during these frequent episodes; it's what to be expected in end of days. Suddenly, he sat up. "Oh no, I went again," he cried. Something had gone wrong with his catheter, it sprang a leak. At the same time, he soiled himself unable to control his bowels thanks to the tumour that got him into this mess in the first place. His daughter rang for a nurse. Nobody came. She rang again, and finally went to the nursing station. "My dad needs to be changed," she said. The nurse just looked at her. "He'll have to wait until shift change," she said. "But that'...
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