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The long, hard dying of Joe Rodriguez.

You are closer to your patients here and closer to what's going on. There is an independence of action and a lot of intellectual challenge. And there is something profound and humbling about working with the dying. They are so terribly vulnerable as they lie there. Even if they can't see or hear you, even if they have slipped over into some gray indistinct zone somewhere, at least you have a responsibility to those who love them-the frightened families who mill in the halls and make trembling inquiries. But so also are we the living vulnerable, if we dare to care. As a nurse I don't ever want to turn callous.