By the time I got there, she was about to be intubated and put on a breathing machine. "But this is not what she wants," I said, "and we have documents." The ICU doctor looked at me in the eye, pointed at my then 16-year-old sister, and said, "Do you remember when you were that age?
Cuando llegué, ella estaba a punto de ser entubada para conectarla a una máquina respiradora. "Pero eso no es lo que ella quiere", yo dije, "tenemos documentos".