Here is a feature essay I wrote for The Washingtonian Magazine about teaching Lessons in the Art of Death and Dying to student doctors at George Washington University Medical School.
In the 1950s I went with my father on house calls. Nearly every home seemed to have a sick room, and an invalid in need of comfort. In the 1970s no one taught me how to handle fraught, terrifying situations at the end of life. Today, a majority of Americans die alone in hospitals and nursing homes, out of view. The blessing of a peaceful death is something too few people experience. The best way to die is in the room of your choice, surrounded by people of your choice, holding the hand of your choice.
Read it here: Lessons In the Art of Dying