When my mother was dying in hospital six years ago, at each visit I would be told something that contradicted what I’d heard the day before. One day we were waiting for this test result, the next day we didn’t need that test after all. Or yesterday it was, “Let’s stop all the pain medication and see what happens,” followed by, “Who on earth thought that was a good idea?” What’s stopping her from leaving hospital? Today it’s this, tomorrow that doesn’t matter and it’s something else. Each day I’d encounter a different junior doctor, leafing through the notes to find something to tell me. Finally, quite by chance, I had the amazing luck to actually meet the consultant who could piece it all together into a coherent story that more or less made sense…more