Jonathan J. Miner: Protecting others during a pandemic

When I was a kid, my dad would often recite a poem called “Home” at family home evening. Tears would well up in his eyes whenever he would read the lines: “You’ve got to weep to make it home. You’ve got to sit and sigh, and watch beside a loved one’s bed, and know that Death is nigh.”Last week, a nurse came to my office to tell me that I had an urgent phone call. It was the daughter of a patient telling me that her dad was on the ventilator and dying fro