How Doctors Tell Patients They're Dying | Being Mortal | FRONTLINE

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Hospitals. The place where it all begins and ends.

I’m not afraid of dying. I’m afraid that somebody that I love dies.

“We’re going fishing…” and he never got to leave the hospital. 😢 May he rest in peace. He is so lucky to have such a loving wife by his side the entire time.

I never thought a 5 minute video could put me on the verge of tears. I have a soft spot for the elderly. RIP Clyde.

The walls of Hospital's have heard more prayers than any other church, mosque & temples

I’m more afraid of my mother’s death then my own

When she said "I don't like it" and was holding back her tears, trying to be strong, that got me instantly. I've never dealt with loss in my family before. I don't know how I would manage losing my grandmother, mother, or partner.

That second doctor they brought in has such a calm, reassuring presence. You can really tell she's good at what she does. She's so comforting and she says just what is needed to be said, no more and no less. All doctors should strive to be like this.

Two things I learned I don’t want to see: 1. An old person crying, and 2. Dr Selavaggia walking through my door

I hope Clyde is sitting by a lake fishing someplace at peace.

My Dad died looking like this at 74 years old, riddled with a cancer that took hold very quickly. He had been so fit and active just months before. It was unbelievable.

Kudos to that poor woman for letting them film her in such a vulnerable moment. Because of her and her husband, we can be educated on how this conversation will go down and what to expect (if we're lucky to have compassionate doctors). A lot of us will be in her shoes some day. RIP Clyde.

Marriage is literally agreeing to live with each other until you die. The worst part of marriage is one of you will watch the other die.

Worst thing about life is seeing others end.

In 2000 i was diagnosed with hydrocephalus at 46 years old. I went through 9 brain surgeries, I was in a COMA on my 7th surgery. As i was told i was near brain dead. During that time i was in the coma, I felt as if i was in a room. I was drawn into this room deeper. i did not walk as i can remember, i floated. (if you close your eyes really tight, you will see speckles of flashing light.) The further i went into this room, I became more at peace. I though about my 4 kids who were very young. But I was at peace knowing they will be fine and i would see them soon. As i went deeper into this room the speckles of like faded away, and it was very very peaceful. When I was in this room I had no worries at all. Nothing bothered me at all. Its very hard to explain.,,,, Then my father who passed away 20 years ago, stepped in front of me. We had a very long talk, at the end of this talk, he said to me, "Sonny you have to turn around, this is not your time." I said to him "yes dad." and i turned away from him and floated, as I went back the speckles of light came back slowly. I woke up to see my sister holding my hand, I had a oxygen tube in my mouth. I pulled the tube from my mouth and said to my sister, "I just got done talking to daddy", she looked at me as if I had 2 heads. she was in disbelief. I know what I saw and experienced. It was real. I tell my experience to people but no one believes me. People think it was the drugs.

Impossible not to cry with her “I love you”. So touching. RIP Clyde! 😔

He was once a young healthy boy hanging out with his friends

It really hurts when the person who gave you the best memories becomes a memory

When the doctor pat on Audrey's shoulder at 3:26, she clearly wanted to say something but it was inhibited. It's this scene that puts me to tears every single time.