It takes the time that it takes.

Abstract

It was five days before my first Christmas in Perth, Australia, and our family had begun to arrive the night before. As the rest of household slept, I quickly threw on a skirt and tank top and left to attend the memorial service for one of my study participants, a 57-year old Anglican minister who had died from motor neurone disease (MND). Though I feared I… (More)
DOI: 10.1089/jpm.2012.0054

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