Three years ago, when I found out that my father had suffered a severe stroke in his brain stem, I walked into his room in the ICU at the Montreal Neurological Institute and found him lying deathly still, tethered to a breathing machine.
Há três anos, quando descobri que o meu pai tinha sofrido  um grave derrame no tronco cerebral, entrei no quarto dele na UCI, no Instituto Neurológico de Montreal, e encontrei-o deitado morbidamente paralisado, preso a um respirador.