If my hospice patients don’t die before I get to meet them, they generally turn out to be very nice.
It’s a decision many people, understandably, find very difficult to make. So they put it off and put it off – often it’s the families, not the patient – until there’s no hope left.
The ones I do get to meet have accepted what all of us spend our lives busily denying.
I think this is why they tend to be so nice. They’ve given up the illusion that we have control.