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I Love You
Mom was ill for 7 years. She died in the afternoon. That same morning, after years of fertility treatments, I'd heard my son's heartbeat for the first time. Ironically, I'd just given a lecture on end-of-life care. After the lecture, I looked down at my phone-service was always spotty in the doctor's lounge, but that moment revealed a tidal wave of communication. Dozens of missed calls, voicemails, and 73 text messages telling me the news that Mom had died. I told the other chief residents Idoi:10.1001/jama.2022.2668 pmid:35289878 fatcat:ahvn7tmqfvdbfaqqtwnimj2esu