How Social Isolation Is Killing Us

My patient and I both knew he was dying.

Not the long kind of dying that stretches on for months or years. He would die today. Maybe tomorrow. And if not tomorrow, the next day. Was there someone I should call? Someone he wanted to see?

Not a one, he told me. No immediate family. No close friends. He had a niece down South, maybe, but they hadn’t spoken in years.

For me, the sadness of his death was surpassed

only by the sadness of his solitude.

I wondered whether his isolation was a driving force of his premature death, not just an unhappy circumstance.