DC’d KC today. Probable 🫁 🦀 patient. As I left her for the last time I said “it was a pleasure taking care of you” and she said “no it wasn’t, I was a bitch” and then I said nothing. I wish I’d told her. “I learned so much from you. About empathy. About reserving judgement. About trying to live when you’re dying. Thank you.” But I said nothing. Because life isn’t a movie. I hope she enjoys the rest of the time she has left.