I was holding her hand when the man in the white coat came in. 1 both sets of X-rays, he said seriously: Her lungs were filling up with fluid(液体). This meant that 2 I would need to consult with specialists, and stop whatever was 3 into my mother's lungs.
4 , this doctor seemed to have another plan. He began speaking to me about "the quality of life." He gave me a list of my mother's 5 and then concluded that they added up to the 6 of her life. I had heard the phrase "We can make her 7 " too many times. Now I was more 8 than hurt when doctors wanted to kill my mother. My mother couldn't walk, talk or swallow after her stroke, but nursing her was not 9 . Whenever I asked her if her diseases were too hard on her, she just 10 her head. She was conveying to me her love and understanding beyond 11 . And not just to me.
A young nurse stopped me just before the doctor appeared: "You know, I 12 my new job to your mother: She 13 me to learn to drive, so I would be not 14 buses and I could get to the hospital to work."
So, I couldn't help questioning the doctor's 15 of quality of life. How did he arrive at the 16 that my mother should die? Was he making a(n) 17 calculation, that to keep a bedridden(卧床不起的) person alive was costly? He certainly did not "calculate" her endless love, the way it 18 everyone who came in contact with her. If human life is 19 to cost-benefit analyses, all forms of caring for any reason other than self-interest will be 20 . Can we do better?
