Some days I shake my head at the choices we make behind the curtain. Some times I remember why. Yesterday, we watched hordes of people going in and out of a room crying over an intubated man. Lung cancer had aged him beyond his years. He was not healthy. He was a respiratory arrest with a terrible lung disease. He was intubated. He coded... meaning his heart stopped. Everything was done to revive him. Hundreds of dollars worth of medicine to keep this man alive. Resources were pushed into that room as other patients waited. Every time he took a downward turn, weary nurses and techs dropped what they were doing and ran in. His family got word. And I mean allllllll of his family. They all showed up. In and out of the department they went, taking up space in the hallway. We took care of over 180 other patients yesterday. It seemed like a waste to keep pouring all of our resources into a patient who would...