Bathing Mrs. Wolfson

Opponents of looser hospice regulations say they’ll mean the end of good care for those nearing death.

A statue outside Connecticut Hospice of an elderly man, surrounded by family. Susan Wolfson had not had a bath in almost a month. A broken right arm—combined with large tumor masses in her abdomen that were obstructing her intestine, and one in particular that was pressing on the nerves to her right leg, causing her intense pain—meant that a bath was an almost insurmountable task. And for Susan Wolfson, that’s saying something. Mrs. Wolfson was a lawyer known for getting things done. She began practicing. . . Read more
Katie Falloon
Helping Alice

Practice how to fasten the orange Do Not Resuscitate bracelet.

If you came here to watch someone die, you came to the right place. If you came here to help, grab a pair of gloves. “I’m a mess today,” Alice calls as you enter her home. Blinds up. Heated bathroom light on. Pants, sweater, blouse, camisole, underwear (lined with a day pad), wool socks: lay them on top of the washing machine in the bathroom. Place the walker at the bedside and scoop up a pair of speckled legs thinner than your forearm. After a. . . Read more
Laura Gottesdiener