Having the Conversation
When my dad was diagnosed with an aggressive brain tumor, our family quickly realized he would not be making his own decisions for much longer. After surgery to remove a golf-ball sized tumor, we started to see a dimming of the brilliance that had been a powerful guiding force in all our lives.It was time for a conversation.We sat down at the dinner table with him one night and asked if he could tell us what he wanted. He said, “I don’t want any 20-year-old doctors pounding on my chest,” and “If