I cannot do anything without thinking of her. I have incessantly checked my email. I have reloaded the same internet pages hoping for updates over and over again. When I am away from a computer, I still have her on my mind. I am basically just faking a normal existence when I leave the house. The idea of her dying as I eat horrifies me. She's dying right now and I am going about my routine. I go to work. I come home, make dinner. Play with the baby. Post a few repetitive bits of drivel on this site and go to bed.
And she's always there. I can see her face. I can imagine her pain. Does she even understand why this is happening? Does she look at the people around her and wonder why are they letting this torture continue? Please, stop the pain, mom...Daddy, can't you do anything? Am I dying? What did I do to deserve to die?
Can anyone explain to me why this was the right thing to do? What is so right about starving a woman to death? A woman who was not terminally ill. A woman who was disabled, who has been stuck in a hospice while her husband fought for her death. A woman not given a chance by the justice system. A woman who has a family who loves her and cares for her. Who thinks her life is worth it, a family not willing to give up at any costs.
Someone in this case knows that Terri is a life worth living. But the courts have shown no wisdom and have decided to award her death to the one who believes she is just a possession.