I helped a man to see his father on a ventilator using WhatsApp on my phone since he couldn’t figure out how to use the Zoom system on the hospital tablets. The son was in Haiti. He was told that his father was “crashing” —a word used in the hospital now for when the lungs are giving out. Computers crash, stock markets crash, cars crash. Now lungs crash. There was a strange and unexpected intimacy in seeing the son seeing his father. I can’t get the look of serenity on his face out of my mind. Some greet fate with such grace.
Source : End Notes: What Palliative Care Looks Like in a Pandemic
