Harriet Martineau Quote
Everything but truth becomes loathed in a sick-room... Let the nurse avow that the medicine is nauseous. Let the physician declare that the treatment will be painful. Let sister, or brother, or friend, tell me that I must never look to be well. When the time approaches that I am to die, let me be told that I am to die, and when.
Life in the Sick-Room (1844)
