We felt sad, scared all over again, angry, resigned, and then determined as we watched this. Sometimes our throats ached with pent up frustration.
This should be a nationwide bill, and extend to other terminal illnesses...
PS in those dark years, when no one knew how it was passed, even kissing was restrained. I befriended a guy at work that no one would sit beside, or use his chair, or handle his pen. To make a point, one day in the cafeteria he was eating salad and I asked him for a bite. I took his proffered used fork full of salad with a held open mouth for it. The next time I had a cold people backed away. His speech, to me, was living fire. -Doug