There's a little old lady that came into the management yesterday at my receptionist job to let us know that she's getting near the end, and remind us that she is DNR and what to do when she goes. If she presses the emergency pager button during my shift, my instructions are to go and sit with her while she passes, and then call the emergency numbers. She has gone off of all of her medication (with her doctor's consent) and is ready to go. I hope I am able to face death as bravely when my time comes.
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