In 1999 my father was diagnosed with gastroesophageal cancer. He had a steadfast, almost religious, belief in the power of Western medicine and specifically of doctors. He went through radiation, chemo, and scores of tests, and against the mounting evidence of metastases, continued to believe that he would get better. When he was finally hospitalized on a sunny December morning, he thought he was going to get better. We all knew he wasn't. The worst part was this disconnect, the denial, the...

Two hundred years ago, people facing death were not given a whole lot of options about how their last few days would go. Maybe a little...

VEOLI has participated in several Graphic Medicine Conferences since its inception, and will also be doing so in Toronto July 13-16. The...