Twenty Minutes with Emphysema
The room is cold and dark, and smells of cigarettes. The only sound is the hiss of oxygen. I flip a light switch; his eyes squint. He's sitting on a couch wearing tattered pajamas with burn spots on the sleeves and legs. He stands to greet me. His legs buckle and he falls back. I pull a kitche...
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| Format: | Article |
| Language: | English |
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Mary Ann Liebert
2020-06-01
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| Series: | Palliative Medicine Reports |
| Online Access: | https://www.liebertpub.com/doi/full/10.1089/PMR.2020.0048 |