My dad's body language told those of us who knew him well that he was in pain. As he reclined in his bed, he'd raise himself on an elbow and pound his fist into his opposing hand, grimacing as he did so. Over and over he'd slam fist into palm. He was trying to beat away the pain. Still, we saw the pain even though he couldn't articulate it. I talked with the nurses and they all agreed with me that hospice was the next move. He was dying in a manner that was unacceptable.
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