I found my father unconsious and not breathing on the couch late one night between thanksgiving and christmas.
He had been sick for over 20 years.
After 10 minutes of CPR the paramedics arrived, took over and rushed him to the hospital.
The doctors did all they could but the next day he was "alive" only because the venitlator was breathing for him.
My father who was bright, funny, and positive during his long illness was no longer with us, there was no brain activity. My dad was 44 I was 25.
My mother, sister, brother and I (mostly my Mother, we just supported her) made the difficult decision late the next day to end it. The most difficult thing I have ever done in my life was to stay with him until he wasn't there any more, to watch him flatline so he did not die alone.
Had anyone tried to come between us they would have been grateful that they were already in the hospital.
Republican Taliban fucktards = selfish pieces of shit.
For them it is about THEM not anyone else.