We fight to save lives every day. You know, we literally bust our asses to give people a few more hours of living. You're a doctor, you can't just cross that line like it's nothing. Quality of life is the only measure that matters.
My proud father is lying in his own feces. He can't eat without vomiting, can't sleep. He knows what he's asking for and he knows he can get that from me.
Why haven't you done it up till now? If he's been asking so much? Because you know deep, down inside it would haunt you for the rest of your life. Why haven't you done it yet?
After he sleeps, he's lucid. Each time, every day, he begs me to help him. Removing the support's not enough. It would take him days to die of dehydration and he'd be in misery.
