The Day My Daughter Told the Doctor to Let Me Go While I Lay There Unable to Speak

in her mid-fifties with reading glasses she kept taking off and putting back on, and she looked at me over the top of them when she spoke.

“Mrs. Bennett,” she said, “what would you like the court to do?”

I looked at my daughter.

She was sitting very straight and her hands were folded on the table in front of her and she was not looking at me, she was continue reading …