A few days ago a person with whom I shared for years a tri-weekly treatment died at El Carmen Hospital in Maipú. We were not close friends. We did not share life outside the hospital. But for years we agreed in that strange space that is formed between people who live linked to permanent treatments. Conversations in corridors, cafes after a difficult session, comments about exams, specialists, symptoms and concerns that only understand who has b…
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A few days ago a person with whom I shared for years a tri-weekly treatment died at El Carmen Hospital in Maipú. We were not close friends. We did not share life outside the hospital. But for years we agreed in that strange space that is formed between people who live linked to permanent treatments. Conversations in corridors, cafes after a difficult session, comments about exams, specialists, symptoms and concerns that only understand who has b…